#if she has a good and well done redemption (please-) then it would sure been an amazing relationship
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Ask 'I very much enjoy the whole Gen z Overlord thing, I have been wondering you can do a what would they do when they meet Lucifer in the hotel. It interesting when they see how different he is to what they've been told of him.'
By @darkwrath32
During Dad beat Dad
Trying to write the whole episode, let's see how long it works out..
Slightly rush at the end
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(Y/n) sat on the couch while watching Charlie theorize, well they aren't actually sure what she's doing exactly anymore.
"Charmander, I think it's time rest." Said (Y/n). Vaggie had ask them to help Charlie with figuring out the redemption plan as (Y/n) is the only Overlord trying to help with it, they agreed not knowing Charlie wasn't going to go to bed anytime soon.
"You can go to bed, (Y/n). I got the handled." Said Charlie, looking at (Y/n).
"Yeah, no. Vaggie will be super upset at me if I just went to bed." They said, getting up heading to the kitchen. "Plus I personally think the best time to think is the middle of the night. I also enjoy helping you with whatever we're doing because I've lost track. You want coffee?"
"Yes please, I'll explain to you when you get back."
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"Charlie? (Y/N)?" Said Vaggie seeing the two standing infront of Charlie's planning board with a bunch of paper and string attached and to the side a few empty coffee cups and energy drink cans are on a table and floor.
"I'm just not quite understanding why it's not working. Okay, okay, think Charlie. Think, think, think, think, think, think, think, think. Okay if I do this, it's going to be-" Charlie said, panic in her voice. "I have trust falls every single morning-."
"With who? And why?" Said (Y/n) in a less panicked voice. "I can only see you doing it with Vaggie." Both of the demons look like a mess and that they obviously didn't sleep.
"Yikes." Said Angel Dust.
"Come on, come on, come on, come on." Said Charlie when (Y/n) noticed the crowed behind them, holding a ball of string with some of it in their mouth.
"Charlie? Sweetie? You uh, you good?" Asked Vaggie, Charlie looked back with sleep deprived look while holding a piece of paper. "(Y/n) this isn't what I ment by help her." Vaggie told the young overlord, who just shrugged.
"Nope! No, not really. Ha ha, I've been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working." Charlie said, crushing the paper in her hands.
"We've done trust falls and sharing our feeling which still ew." Said (Y/n), bitting the string in their mouth off the ball.
"And now we only have a month before the angel come-." Charlie said before laughing in her demonic form before turning back. "At this rate-."
"May it's time-"
"NO."
"-to ask-"
Charlie getting close to Vaggies face and holding her checks before saying "DON'T SAY IT."
"-your dad." Vaggie finished saying and Charlie just groaned. "Charlie, I know you don't want to but we need every advantage we can get."
"He let the extermination happen to begin with. They just had a meeting and said, "Go ahead and kill everyone"- Wait, that's it!" Charlie suddenly realized something.
"Kill everyone?" Questioned Vaggie.
"Say sike." Said (Y/n).
"No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!" Said Charlie.
"Boo! It sucked last time! Adam is a dick!" Said (Y/n).
"He was being an asshole but he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top. There's sure to be some angels who will listen." Charlie said, getting out her phone but hesitant on calling.
"What's the holdup? You got daddy issues?" Asked Husk.
"Doesn't everyone?" Said (Y/n), earning looks. "Okay, well then must be a generation thing then."
"No, we just have never been close. After he and mom split, he never really wanted to see me. He calls, sometimes, but only if he's bored or like needs me to do something." Charlie answered.
"Daddy issues." Said Husk and (Y/n), with one being more quiet about it.
"Well I'd like to meet the big dick in charge." Angel Dust said.
"The ultimate bad boy." Said Niffty before laughing and while holding a knife that Angel Dust quickly took away. "I bet he's scary."
"Wait, who is Charlie's dad?" Asked (Y/n) when Charlie decided to call.
"How the fuck do you not know? Her last name is Morningstar!" Said Angel Dust.
"Well I know she's a princess and Morningstar is a weapon." Said (Y/n).
"Toots, who would be the big dick in charge of Hell?"
"The devil?" Said (Y/n) before it clicked in their head. "Oh shit!"
Angle Dust and Husk laughed at their reaction.
"How have you not know yet?" Asked Husk. "You're an Overlord, you got to know politics in hell for that."
"I know I'm just busy making sure my area is taken care off and then helping here, I guess I never had time to draw the connection." Said (Y/n). "I didn't know the devil had a last name! Or a child!"
"He has a first name too."
"Oh shut up."
"Welp, we have an hour until he gets here." Said Charlie interrupting the conversation.
Vaggie then assigned everyone to do something and everyone scattered.
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(Y/n) stood next to Angel Dust while he was doing his makeup while sitting on the table. Angel Dust finished and got scared by Niffty who was just staring at him, (Y/n) laughed.
"Come on, my dear. As the other one sponsoring the hotel, we both have to be front and center when he shows up." Said Alastor before guiding (Y/n) to stand beside the door next to him.
"Okay everyone, it's showtime." Charlie said before opening the door to a shorter blond hair demon with fancy attire.
"Charlie!!"
"Hey, Da-." Charlie didn't get to finish before getting hugged really tight by her Dad.
"He's so short." (Y/n) whispered to Alastor, earning a soft chuckle from the demon.
"Oh its so good to see you. Haha!"
"It's uh, good to see you too, Dad." Said Charlie before he finally put her down. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"
KeeKee showed up along with Razzle and Dazzle to greet him and Lucifer, as (Y/n) finally remembered, greeted them and slight threat to Razzle and Dazzle to keep protecting Charlie.
"Wow! This place sure looks, uh...uh huh yah uh huh...It's got a lot of character!" Said Lucifer looking around the hotel before catching sight of the bar. "OH, what in the unholy hell is that?!"
"Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?" Said Alastor, leaving (Y/n) and appearing next to Angel Dust.
"And who are you?" Lucifer asked, Alastor with a flare of the dramatic reappeared behind Lucifer.
"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure." Shaking Lucifer cane before wiping his hand off on his jacket. "It's nice to finally put a face to the name. Like my colleague said you are much shorter in real life." Panicked (Y/n) quickly got next to Alastor.
"Excuse him, I did not say those exact words." (Y/n) said, nudging Alastor. "But I'm (Y/n), pleasure to meet you."
"Who is this? Who is this man and child? Are you the bellhops?"
"Aha! No! I am the co-host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast." Said Alastor.
"Not a kid, I'm co-manager slash other host slash sort of guest, usually when the others are busy. You probably haven't heard of me." Said (Y/n), copying Alastors introduction, shaking Lucifer's hand.
"Atleast this one has manners." Said Lucifer. "And nope havent heard of you! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel, ahaha." (Y/n) quickly moved back away from the two.
"Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea."
"Ahaha. Well, it's not very clever."
"Ha ha! Fuck you." Alastor said before Charlie got in-between the two.
"Okay! Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor or (Y/n), we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."
"Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests." Said Alastor, putting his hand on Charlie's shoulder.
"Well they aren't bizarred request. Charlie thinks outside the box and it's nice to see her dreams become real." Said (Y/n) from the table, not getting closer to whatever beef Alastor decided he had against the other.
"Oh thank you guys." Said Charlie
"Ahem, Charlie! Dear, eheh, why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends?" Said Lucifer, getting between the two and pointed at the group around the table.
"Oh yes, of course." Said Charlie getting next to Vaggie. "This is Vaggie, my girlfriend."
"Oh my golly! You like girls? So do I! We have so much in common! You put her there Maggie. Hey!" Lucifer said Hugging Vaggie, tightly. "Oh yeah, she's so pretty."
"Lovely to meet you, uh sir." Said Vaggie, taking a deep breath after being let go.
"This is our guests Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and (Y/n) when they want to." Said Charlie.
"Your Majesty!" Said Sir Pentious trying to defend his cookies from Angel Dust and (Y/n).
"Heya short king~" Said Angel Dust, (Y/n) making a face at how Angel Dust said that.
"Hello from the otherside, again." They said, waving.
"(Y/n) helps with managing with Vaggie and helps when Alastor is busy." Said Charlie. "They just like helping, But anyway Husk is our bartender, and Niffty is our housekeeper."
"Nice to meet you." Said Husk before Niffty runs over and climbs up Lucifer's coat.
"Hello. I clean." She said before the chandelier fell making everyone cough.
"Alright then." Said Lucifer, pointing his cane at the chandelier magically making it disappear.
- "No one is gonna call you dad with that creepy ass smile" the song-
After Mimzy appeared, taking Alastor attention for alittle bit.
"So... you look nothing like how your depicted on earth." Said (Y/n), looking at Lucifer. "They used way to much red."
"..You're a sinner? When did you arrive in Hell?" Asked Lucifer.
"A few years ago. Around 2019 ish? It kinda blurry. I'm technically an Overlord." Answered (Y/n).
"(Y/n) is the youngest in the amount of years in Hell and age." Said Charlie. "They got here when they were 18 so that why they look like a kid." Said Charlie before Mimzy noticed that Lucifer was here, pushing Sir Pentious out of her way.
"Pleased to meet ya! Your Highness." She said before nudging Alastor. "Alastor, you gotta warn a girl when she's in mixed company."
"Charmed, I'm sure." Said Lucifer, sounding like he didn't care.
"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie, (Y/n) and I have a tour to continue." Said Alastor, Lucifer hearing this dragged Charlie.
"I'm sure Charlie can handle showing me around." Said Lucifer. "Along with (Y/n)."
"Why am I getting dragged into this?" They questioned with no response.
"Nonsense!" Said Alastor, grabbing Charlie and moved foward. "We started the hotel together, and we'll show it off together. Right, Charlie?"
"I was here before you!" Said (Y/n)
"Oh, right." Charlie said and Alastor let her go so she could show her father around with Vaggie and (Y/n) following behind.
This is going to be an interesting tour.
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"So, once we have the proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into heaven! We just need a little time to prove it. The sharing circles haven't been working as fast as I hoped." Charlie told her father, leading the group. (Y/n) walking close to Alastor noticed when Alastor stop and looked back to see Husk.
"Hey, boss. Can I have a word? Uh alone,(Y/n)." Asked Husk.
"Hurry along (Y/n), I wouldn't be long." Said Alastor and (Y/n) got a nervous feeling about what the conversation going to be.
"Okay, see ya Husk." They said before walking to where Charlie and the others went, not seeing Alastor turn his head an 180 degree to face Husk.
"What is it?"
-
(Y/n) caught up with Vaggie, who was walking behind Lucifer and Charlie.
"What happened?" Asked Vaggie, who noticed (Y/n) and Alastor had stopped earlier.
"Nothing hopefully, Husk just wanted to talk to Alastor." They explained. "How's it going?" Noticing the nervous look on Lucifer's face. Vaggie didn't answer before they got on a balcony and Charlie had her help explain the hotel mission.
"And we've almost been able to find all of Angel Dust's drug stashes… almost." Said Vaggie.
"I remember when I found one the first time, still had no idea what it was." Said (Y/n), remembering how they showed Vaggie it and she quickly took it away and scold Angel Dust for it.
"So, once that's out of the way, it should be much smoother sailing!" Said Charlie, (Y/n) zone out know with how Lucifer acting Charlie would be disappointed in his response. They leaned on the railing, looking at the view of Hell.
"-Heaven, is not exactly as carefree as you might think. Yeah, they have rules, lots of rules, and they aren't very open minded as you'd hope. Look at (Y/n)!Why would heaven put a kid here? Unless they're a mass murder." Said Lucifer, getting (Y/n)'s attention.
"I'm not."
"These are our people, Dad, I… I have to try!" Said Charlie.
"Our 'people' Charlie, are awful! They got gifted free will and look what they did with it! Everything's terrible!" Said Lucifer.
"Hey! I didn't even get to even use my so call freewill and Charlie is trying to help!" Said (Y/n).
"Well I don't want her to herself on the line for people like-." Said Lucifer before a loud thud, shaking the hotel.
"For fucks sake."
"Geez! What now?!" Said Vaggie before everyone looked out to see Loan sharks at the front door with a battering ram.
"Well, like that." Said Lucifer.
"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch!" One of the sharks yell
"Oh go fuck yourself!" Yelled (Y/n) before being pulled into a portal by Charlie.
"Que Carajo?!" Yelled Vaggie.
"What's going on?!" Said Charlie.
"I maaaaaay be in trouble with some loan sharks. I may or may not have borrowed 50 grand from—." Said Mimzy before hiding from a loud sound "And I may have also stolen a car… and crashed it… into the loan shark's girlfriend, but that bitch had it coming!"
Then all hell broke lose by the windows breaking with a barrage of fireballs, scaring everyone.
"My windows!" Yelled Niffty, upset with the broken windows.
"Ah, we're under siege! Ah! Take cover!" Said Sir Pentious, finally letting go of his cookies while dodging a fireball. Everyone panicking scrambled for cover.
"I'm going to fucking kill these assholes!" Said (Y/n), getting pulled by Charlie again away from a fireball.
"You see? This is exactly what I'm talking about Charlie. You build something nice, you invite people in and offer them everything and they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep. It doesn't matter how well intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you." Said Lucifer unbothered with the chaos, getting on (Y/n)'s last nerve.
"You- just shut up! I'll handle this-." They said before Alastor appeared infront of them.
"No my dear, leave it to me. It's time to remind everyone why I am here."
"I'm also here for a reason, Alastor." Said (Y/n), glaring at the other overlord.
"Very well, shall we dear child?"
"We shall."
"A reminder to all, not to mess with the radio demon!"
"Oh, finally! Took you long enough!" Said Mimzy, earning a look from (Y/n).
(Y/n) let Alastor eat everyone in his demon form while they fought off and weakened the rest for him to finish.
"Does it even taste good?"
"Do you want to try some?"
"No thanks old man."
(Y/n) left Alastor to deal with Mimzy, seeing Charlie and Lucifer comforting each other before singing from the door way.
-"I'm happy they are solving their issues but why does it always have to be by song?"-
"Aww, that's so sssweet." Said Sir Pentious.
"It was." Said (Y/n), patting him on the back.
"Ok, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be ok?" Said Lucifer.
"I'll be fine." Said Charlie.
"That's my girl, good luck kiddo." He said before vanishing in red mist. (Y/n) got closer to Charlie.
"So you're gonna actually do this? Fucking mint, I guess." They said, not completely on board about Heaven of all places.
"The next part is going to be scary, you ready?" Said Vaggie.
"I'm ready, cuz you're gonna be with me." Said Charlie, hugging Vaggie.
"In spirit, right?" Said Vaggie.
"In Heaven!"
"Yay..." said Vaggie before (Y/n) started laughing at her reaction, earning a glare from Vaggie and a look from Charlie.
"You're coming too, (Y/n)!" Said Charlie, making (Y/n) stop laughing.
"Why?!" They said.
"Because you were the first one to help after Vaggie! You're a main part of the hotel!" Said Charlie, pulling (Y/n) in the hug.
"I'm killing myself." Said (Y/n) with a blank look on their face.
"(Y/n)!"
"I'm kidding... mostly."
"Shit.."
-
"Why would they want to meet (Y/n) aswell?"
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i love your ominis fic! it’s so well written. could i request him and #10 from the prompt list?
(so for once in my life) let me get what i want
ominis gaunt x reader (hogwarts legacy)
ominis tells you his plans for the future and adopts a new name
prompt: "please. please just listen to me."
word count: 2253
warnings: hogwarts legacy spoilers! some violence; gaunt family pureblood purity nonsense; seventh-year ominis and gang (sebastian redemption arc); timeskip & a surprise cameo/twist? :O ominis is a very powerful wizard because of his heritage, and he's even more powerful than his family because of his kind heart; occamies can speak parseltongue (source: trust me bro)
when the impossible happened, when it turned out that you also reciprocated his feelings, ominis' world changed.
he always tells you, "we took the long way round, but we're here now." and every time, you would reach for his hand and squeeze. he can almost sense your smile every time.
ominis had been thinking about it. you were it for him, and he hopes you feel the same way. he was tired.
of hiding you.
so ominis made up his mind.
once you both graduate from hogwarts, he would not return to his family. the gaunts aren't his family--not anymore. it was his friends, and you.
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"what are you doing outside, sulking here?"
he turns to the sound of your voice and the door opening, and you sit beside him. slowly, you reach for his hand and guide a steaming cup of tea. he mutters a 'thank you' and takes a sip.
you tell him that feldcroft looks nice at this time of the year, so not unlike the time it was ravaged by poachers and ranrok's loyalists. there is laughter in the air, children running around and playing in the snow. carolers singing every night by a bonfire. you always go to the carolers and hand out hot cocoa.
ominis and sebastian would usually sit there, outside the sallow house, listening as you and anne, now good as new, play with the kids, picking snowball fights with the enchanted snowman. you two make them help set up a giant christmas tree for the hamlet. he would fret whenever you climb up the ladder to place ornaments, insisting that using your wand "isn't as accurate". that entire day, while you and anne were busy decorating the tree, ominis would be standing guard by the ladder, making sure that not even the wind can shake it.
he likes it here. it's quiet, and while he enjoys holidays in the castle, being with his family here in feldcroft feels better.
"the kids are scaring the scarecrow again," he tells you with a smile, and you both turn in the direction of the children and the squawking of the poor scarecrow.
anne bursts out the door, smiling when she sees you two. "there you are!" she exclaims. a folded woolen blanket is hanging on her arms, "i knew ominis would be here sulking--"
"i am not sulking--"
"so i got you a blanket to keep you warm. i know y/n wouldn't leave you out here in the cold."
you gratefully take the blanket from her, thanking her before splaying it on yourself and ominis. "have you finished packing?"
"me?" anne points at herself, "of course not! sebastian and i don't pack until you start nagging for us to leave."
"because we need to return to hogwarts by tonight," you remind her.
anne rolls her eyes, waving you off, "we can pack everything quickly, don't worry. you and ominis enjoy the sun while it lasts."
you hum, and watch her enter the house again. turning to ominis, you watch him sip his tea quietly, "you ready?"
"hmm?" he asks behind the rim of the teacup.
"our final term," you sigh, "and then we're done with school."
ominis starts thinking about it again.
"i have to tell you something."
you don't say anything, but wait until he starts talking.
"i've decided...i've decided not to return to my family after graduation."
shocked, you open your mouth to say something, anything. but you know that he has made up his mind about this. "but, they'll start looking for you."
"i know." ominis is quiet for a bit, hands warming up around his cup, as he tries to collect his thoughts. some time ago, he knew that he eventually would have to go into hiding once he decided to leave the family. he just...well, he just needed to tell you about it. "we'll have to lay low for a while."
"we?" you aren't sure if you heard him right. did 'we' mean you and him? you, him, and the twins?
"my family will be looking for us. and if you're with me, i can protect you better."
so that's what he had been sulking about, you think to yourself. ever since you arrived to feldcroft to spend the holidays with the twins, you would always find ominis deep in thought. is this what he was thinking about?
it feels like a death sentence, ominis thinks. you deserve better than going into hiding so soon after graduating. you should be going out there, exploring the world, not being afraid that a family of dark wizards would find you. but he knows his family will not let him go, not with you. and if something happened to you, well, he would never forgive himself.
"i'm sorry," he blurts out. he is frustrated about this, and he knows you must be too. he is sure that you're already processing the fact that you'll be losing months, years of your life trying to hide from his family. he wouldn't blame you if you start despising him now. he would too. "i didn't mean for this to happen."
"wait...ominis," you gently take the cup from his hands to settle it on the ground, "it's alright."
ominis shakes his head, now becoming upset, "no, you don't understand...i don't understand. why aren't you mad at me? you should be!
because of who i am...the darkness in my family is never going to go away, and it will infect you...i'm sorry." ominis hears the crack in his voice and the tears started to flow.
immediately, you kneel into the dirt, cupping his face, "hey, ominis...please. please, just listen to me." you brush your thumbs against his cheeks, wiping his tears, tracing the beauty marks that you love.
"i'll be fine as long as i'm with you," you whisper to him. "i don't care if we have to hide, as long as i have you...everything will be alright."
he sniffs, raising his hands to cup yours resting on his cheeks. he turns and brushes his lips on your palm, "i love you," he tells you, "i would do anything for you, and i will keep you safe, i promise."
"i know, love," you tell him, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks, not from anguish, but from joy. of course you would follow him anywhere. "i love you too, and i will also keep you safe."
ominis says nothing, but nods before leaning forward, resting his head against yours.
let me keep her, please. he thinks. for once in my life, let me get what i want. lord knows it would be the first time.
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he should have known that these rogue poachers were also looking for him. they accidentally came across the group, as you four were flying back to the castle. they intercepted you, and you had to land somewhere.
"i don't know if you 'eard," a poacher yells as he and his colleagues start to descend to your location, "but the gaunt family is looking to pay a hefty sum if we could get their son and his friends back to them!"
"all the galleons we could ever want!" exclaimed another, "we'll never have to poach for animals in this blasted forest again."
"ominis," you whisper, reaching frantically for him as he takes a step forward, wand out. sebastian stands beside him. you see anne pull her wand out and you do so anxiously, staring at the poachers and trying to keep yourself calm.
it is quiet for a bit, and then the curses and hexes start flying. incantations hurriedly leaving everyone's lips as you tried your best to see where the enemies are in the thick of the night. you worry for your friends, jumping by anne's side, pulling on her jumper as you conjure a shield for you both. as ominis and sebastian try to hold off a horde of poachers in front of you, you don't notice one disillusioned themselves until there was the tip of a wand pressing against your neck and a ragged, "STOP!" is shouted behind you, almost deafening your ear.
ominis turns to the side at the sound, wand still raised and his brows furrowed when he realizes that one slipped past him.
"let go of her."
"we don't want trouble with you, i know you gaunts are a powerful lot," the poacher who has wrapped his arm around your neck tightens it a little. "i just want missy here, and you to come with us back to mummy and daddy."
he raises his wand, ready to strike the man who has you captive.
"ominis..." you start, before the tip of the wand dig deeper into your neck and you shut yourself up with a whimper. ominis cringes at the sound.
"please--" ominis bares his teeth as he lowers his wand
"drop your wand and walk towards me."
"please just listen to me," ominis implores, but the man didn't want to listen to him.
"any sudden movements and she's gone," he pulls on your hair, "your parents want you alive, but didn't say that for her."
now seething in anger, ominis nods before dropping his wand. this appeases the poacher, who tells him to start walking towards him. then, he hears voices.
voices he haven't heard in some time. are you alright? do you need help?
masking it as a pained hiss, ominis answers, yes, get rid of the poacher. he threatens to hurt the beasts in this forest.
i am not from this forest. nor from this land. these poachers took me.
you're close now, ominis can hear your muffled whimpers. help me with the poacher, and we will help you return home.
in a flash, you are released from the poacher's grip and ominis takes a few strides before reaching you. he holds you close as you gasp at the sight before you: a large, winged serpentine beast grabs the poacher by the shoulders and they disappear.
"what--"
"that was an occamy!" anne shouts, running to your side to embrace you and ominis, "thank goodness you're alright!" sebastian runs to you all, sighing in relief when he sees no one is hurt.
you turn to ominis, still in shock. "you saved me..."
"i promised i would," he tells you.
"but..." you turn back to the sky, where you see the occamy flying closer and closer. ominis says nothing, but waves his wand to materialize his suitcase and open it. the occamy flies into it and it shuts. "the occamy..."
"professor howin or ellie peck will make sure that she gets back to her home."
you nod at him, a smile slowly forming on your face before you rush in and plant a small kiss on his cheek. flushing, you start to walk back to where you dropped your broom, ignoring the teasing grin on anne's face.
"well, that was--"
"if you say one more thing sebastian, i will have the occamy choke you."
-
years later, anne and sebastian sallow find themselves in front of a tiny cottage by the sea. it has become tradition to spend the holidays here.
here to deliver the news, sebastian, now an auror, is excited to let them know. the gaunts have stopped looking for them.
you greet them at the door, throwing your arms around anne is joy. "happy christmas!" you tell her, "i'm so glad you made it here safely!"
"the only danger we encountered on the way here were the drunkards outside of feldcroft!" anne exclaims with a laugh, moving to take off her coat and hang it as you hug sebastian.
"any news?" you whisper against his ear.
sebastian pulls away from you with a grin, "yes. where is he?"
"in the studio," you nod to the direction of the room, "now off with your coat and let's move to the studio."
-
he has learned to enjoy it. at first, he huffed when you told him you bought him the wheel, but eventually, he realized how much he loved it. it was calming, and it certainly helped that you also appreciate the finished products he would gift you.
when sebastian tells him that the gaunts finally stopped searching, ominis couldn't really say he's relieved. he was relieved years ago, when he stopped feeling the dark shadow engulfing his being. despite that, he enjoys knowing that they didn't have to hide anymore.
he feels his wife's comforting hand on his shoulder, and he teasingly reaches for it with his own.
"ah, ominis, you're getting me dirty!" you complain, but he only laughs. "i have to go check on the food, and then we can all have dinner."
"how can you even move around with your condition?" sebastian asks, and you huff, rolling your eyes at him before cradling the swollen bump in front of you. "i don't think my child is as big-headed as you seb, that's why i'm still able to move around."
anne and ominis laugh at that. "i'll help," ominis announces, as he gets up from his potter wheel and makes his way towards the kitchen (where you proudly display the many potteries your husband made you).
the twins follow shortly, chortling at how domesticated you both look, especially after adopting a new name. this new name ominis is proud of, because not like the one he is born with, becoming a "potter" is his choice, and with you, he's all the better for it.
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i was listening to please please please let me get what i want (idk if thats obvious)
i hope you all like this one ;A;
i popped out so many ominis fics today my thesis is jealous aaaaaaaa
#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis gaunt imagine#hogwarts#hogwarts imagine#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy imagine#wizarding world#sebastian sallow#anne sallow#harry potter#queue
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Hisashi Midoriya Does Not Exist
I’m officially calling it.
We’ve seen no photos or flashbacks of the man.
Inko is the only character to mention him and only does so once during a flashback from when Izuku was a toddler. Deku does not talk about his father, so either he doesn't remember him all that well or...seriously, not even a happy birthday, Happy New Year, congrats on getting into UA, etc call?
He hasn’t had any input about this hero career his son is taking on even though it's proven to be increasingly more dangerous as the situation unfolds.
He has not visited once during one of Deku’s many hospital stays, including the one where he was comatose and people weren’t sure if he was coming out of it or not.
Izuku straight up went missing for a time and Hisashi didn't return to be there for his wife, who was definitely freaking out over their missing son.
And now with Japan in total chaos, he did not returned home to be there for his family pre-Final War nor was there ever a point where he attempted to get them out of Japan for their own safety. This seems like it would have been a good time to mention a panicked father phone call. Japan closed its borders to contain said chaos. Was that not a concern for expatriates who have family back home?
So either he is the worst dad/husband in the series, a series that already has a pretty high bar as far as worst dads go, or he doesn't exist. I think Horikoshi forgot he said he was going to reveal him, and is it even worth revealing him at this point? We're coming up on the end of this ride unless there's a whole other lengthy post-finale arc we're getting in which we see the full step-by-step recovery process of society and what to do about the remaining LoV members, provided they even survive this. (Bit anti-climatic, but there's still a lot to wrap up, I guess.)
I understand if the guy just wasn't all that necessary to the story, but why not just have him be a character who passed away before the plot began? Widowed Inko and be done with it.
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Still, if he doesn't exist, who's Deku's dad? Inko didn't do this herself.
Or maybe she did and all hail the real Freckled Jesus.
Sorry Marco. (<--That meme is so old, I'd half-forgotten about it.)
Anyway, the only information we really have on 'Hisashi Midoriya' is that he has a fire-type Quirk and he's allegedly working overseas.
So on to the insane theory that occasionally haunts my brain. It doesn't just live rent free here, it is a registered ghost that hangs out.
Due to the fire-based Quirk (yes, I know Hisashi is listed as having a 'fire-breathing' Quirk, but then we're just splitting hairs,) I personally think Horikoshi is lining up a shot that will nuke the Shouto/Deku ship by revealing Endeavor was Deku’s father all along for no other reason than to troll both the fandom and his own characters.
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I also kinda just picture the rest of the Todoroki family, including satanic charcoal Dabi, with this reaction:
So much for that redemption arc.
The only thing I don't like about this is knowingly sleeping with a married man is not a good look for Inko's character.
Okay, that's not the only thing I don't like about it. I would be disturbed if this was the plot twist. Please don't.
#my hero academia#deku#izuku midoriya#hisashi midoriya#is not real#theories#shitpost#humor#old memes#marco bodt#attack on titan#reference#inko midoriya#father figures of dubious quality#hazbin hotel#boku no hero academia#bnha#mha#deku's father#the guy who didn't like musicals
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Strangers - Part 2 of ???
The Spider in Her Web
Oops, new hyperfixation unlocked lads. Post-Shadowlands Sylvaina slowburn, here we go.
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The first thing Jaina notices upon her return visit to the Maw is that Sylvanas’ camp is unoccupied. The second thing she notices is that another stool has appeared, chipped out of the same twisting black rock that surrounds this place, this cloistered safe haven that almost feels as though it belongs under a canopy of trees and a sky of blue, rather than shades of black and grey.
The first thing Jaina does is test out the second stool, and finding it comfortable, she sits and waits. She sets down the heavy rucksack Vereesa eagerly supplied her with. She listens. She watches. She wonders where Sylvanas might have gone, but realizes that most of her time within the Maw is likely spent on the move, working at her redemption, little by little.
She gives it a few minutes. A quarter of an hour. Surely, Sylvanas will somehow know she’s here. She will sense the disturbance Jaina causes in her routine, the rippling of the calm waters of a lonely pond.
And while Jaina is patient, and the odd silence of this place gives her time to think she’s not normally afforded in her busy life in Boralus.
She thinks about leaving the rucksack and its corresponding letter. She has no obligation to do anything else. In fact, all that she’s done here thus far might be too much to explain to the likes of many of her Alliance comrades. She thinks that if Dori’thur truly could report what she sees to Tyrande, then the looming visage of the High Priestess would have already darkened Jaina’s doorstep, asking her what she was thinking, offering small comforts to her prisoner.
But then, she remembers how Sylvanas reached for her. How she stammered out excuses to keep her there, just a little longer. She does not know her. Sylvanas similarly knows little of her. But Jaina is all she’s seen, all the contact she has had with her world in some time.
So Jaina waits, but thinks to use her magic to shoot a bright flare into the swirling grey of the sky above the Maw, so that Sylvanas might be alerted to her presence.
Only another quarter of an hour passes until Jaina hears the beat of wings. More than that, and she might have given up her small mercy. It's likely only been a few minutes on Azeroth she's wasted, but still, she has other duties today, far less optional than this. She vows to attempt to keep time as well as she can, knowing that she left Azeroth mid-morning. If the rate of dissonance between the two timelines is steady, then she can calculate the difference. She can decide whether she cares to wait.
Dori’thur proceeds her charge by a few moments, perhaps being asked to scout ahead, perhaps just doing as she pleases. Jaina wonders if the owl offers any aid in Sylvanas’ work, but has no time to ask. Once again, she meets Sylvanas Windrunner with a drawn bow and an arrow between them, though it is lowered much faster this time, upon those burning blue eyes recognizing her.
“Sorry if the flare spooked you, I didn’t know how else to get your attention,” Jaina tells her, and this time it’s her hands that fly up in surrender.
If things were to turn, if Vereesa’s good intentions and well-packed supplies are for naught, then she doesn’t need to worry about where her hands are. She can defend herself. Jaina thinks that she should have when she was taken by the Mawsworn, but there were three of them, and they knew to chain her and gag her in such a way she could not have cast anything against them. She still feels shame in being caught, a year and some time later. She shouldn’t have had her guard down enough to be taken.
And yet here she is, bringing camp supplies, or whatever all of this is, to the woman who saw her captured.
Sylvanas says nothing at first. She lowers her bow, stashes the arrow back in her quiver. She wears her armor today, worn but more intact than the leathers beneath it, and the hood of her long cloak covers her hair, neatly tucked and likely tied up beneath it. Jaina wonders at why she bothers with the bow and the armor and all of it, if there are no more enemies here to fight, but realizes that this is probably what Sylvanas is used to. It is good practice, after all, for a Ranger to be prepared for anything.
She does not seem to be prepared to find Jaina here again. “Back so soon?” she finally asks, though there is a dry sarcasm in the words.
For Jaina, it has been two days. She delivered the letter to Vereesa the morning after she came back, and she arrived the following morning with the rucksack. Jaina had breakfast with her mother, then had decided to take the day to deliver it, making the excuse she had an errand to run elsewhere in the world. Funny, how no one questioned a mage who could transport herself anywhere she liked on where exactly she might be going. Perhaps they guessed each time? Maybe her honor guard had a betting pool over it.
No one would have guessed this destination, or won any money on it.
Truth be told, though it has only been two days, the image of Sylvanas in her tattered leathers, eyes wide and wild, reaching out for someone, anyone, even if they wear the face of her former enemy, captor and captive all in the same, has not left Jaina’s mind. She did not tell Vereesa about that, when she relayed her version of the visit to her. No, that moment was hers alone to ponder, though why she fixated on it so much, she still struggled to understand.
Maybe there was a cruelty in this she had not considered, they had not considered, or perhaps Tyrande had deliberately considered. After all, Sylvanas Windrunner had been sentenced to what might be eons of solitary confinement.
“How long has it been for you?” Jaina asks, still curious, still wondering if perhaps this grim sentence is hurting the effort for peace and justice more than it is helping it.
“As I told you before, it is difficult to tell. Perhaps something near to ten days,” Sylvanas answers, a bit more straightforward this time.
Five times as long. Well, that was easy math at least, though Jaina would be more exact about it upon her next visit. If she were to keep up with this chore, then at least she could endeavor to learn more about the Maw and the Shadowlands from it.
If such time dilation is constant, then that means Sylvanas has been here alone for five years, not even knowing the name of the owl who watches her. And still, Jaina thinks this difference might be somewhat variable in nature.
This feels correct and true to her own experiences, when the Mawwalkers found her in the last of her many escape attempts, and later freed her from Torghast to abscond to the safety of Oribos. There, she’d been informed she’d only been missing from Azeroth for just two weeks. It had felt like months to her, but she had blamed it on the menacing nature of this place, on being held captive and kept busy navigating the twisting tower of Torghast, and on the lack of night and day by which to tell the time.
A part of her feels justified in the confirmation, but another part feels remorse at the loss of that time, stretched and strange and terrifying as it was.
Perhaps then, for subjecting her and Anduin and Thrall and Baine and who knows how many others to this, Sylvanas deserves to linger in the same. But the length of it is still worrying. How can anyone expect a person to come out better, changed, and repentant, after so long alone?
“Vereesa was very eager to get this back to you,” Jaina rouses herself from her thoughts to explain, and lifts up the rucksack a little.
It is heavy, and something within it rattles. Jaina thinks she should have maybe been nosy enough to inspect its contents before agreeing to transport it, but again, she trusts Vereesa. She still does not trust Sylvanas, or know her, really.
The letter she carried back for her in return was much shorter than the younger Windrunner sister’s, written on some blank parchment Vereesa had included with her own correspondence. She’d only left one page, but Sylvanas had only needed three-quarters of it. Her handwriting was neat, and militant, the Thalassian runes each shaped perfectly and correctly to a tee, crammed together and narrow.
Jaina had provided a conjured quill for her, as well as some ink. Vereesa hadn’t thought that part through, it seemed. For her extended services, Jaina felt slightly entitled to read what she carried back to Azeroth, but had only glanced at the first few sentences. They seemed civil. Beyond that, it had felt as though her eyes had better things to see.
Now, today—two days later for her, ten for Sylvanas—those eyes stare across a chasm of their own making at another pair of blue ones.
Sylvanas approaches, finally. Dori’thur circles the sky above them, coming to rest on the top of the lean-to, near where Jaina sits, a reminder that both of their actions here are subject to judgment. Only Jaina has never enjoyed being judged.
A gauntleted hand reaches out to her, reminding Jaina of how it had been, bare and unarmored, desperate in so many ways, reaching for her before. Sylvanas has no such tension in her now. She is a woman seeking what she is owed and has asked for, and Jaina hands her the rucksack dutifully. There is nothing more in this today. An exchange of part and parcel, but nevermind the extra stool upon which Jaina sits.
She is a stark contrast to Sylvanas in her armor, not having bothered to make a show of herself this morning, or whatever passes for such in the Maw. She wears only the white blouse, navy trousers, and sensible boots she went to breakfast in. She considered bringing a jacket, at least, but what for? The Maw is neither hot nor cold, at least not here in the shelter of Sylvanas’ grove of rock. As a mage, her armor is as unnecessary for her as any of the rest of her battle regalia. It is all for show, and something about how she caught Sylvanas last time didn’t sit right with her.
If she were dressed down, so Jaina should be, but now they have swapped places again, and Jaina isn’t sure which is right, only that it feels wrong.
“Thank you,” forms on Sylvanas’ lips, stiffly and formally.
She takes two steps back, sets her bow on her bedroll, and the rucksack on the ground before she kneels to dig within it, leaving no space for further ceremony or to add to her graciousness.
“There is another letter within,” Jaina explains instead. “Should you want to reply.”
Again, she had not checked and does not know where it is, only taking this information with a grain of salt, as it were, from a delighted Vereesa. If nothing else, she reminds herself that she endures the unnatural stretching of her hours, the dismal neutrality of this place, and the awkwardness of serving as a messenger girl to her once-enemy, because it seems to be bringing a great deal of happiness to her friend.
There are few people on Azeroth who have stuck by her as Vereesa has. Through all of her decisions, questionable and rage-tinted as they might have been for a while. Through nights where they held one another, crying over losses they could not otherwise express. Through days of war and strife new to neither of them, but quickly growing old. Jaina would watch the twins and tell them of their father, sometimes, because she knew they were curious and she knew it was too painful for Vereesa to speak of Rhonin much anymore. Vereesa would all but force her to come out with her and do normal things, lunches, shopping, festivals, and would sometimes point out a thing that Pained or Kinndy might have enjoyed, to remind Jaina that living was a thing she could do to honor them too, just as much as anything else.
So for that, Jaina could endure an awkward pause or two here in the Maw.
Sylvanas, knelt beside the rucksack, takes inventory of its contents in a militant way, saying nothing. One of the first items she does lay out is another sealed envelope, so there’s that. Next to it she lines up an odd assortment of things she must have requested. A length of rope concerns Jaina slightly, but as for how, she’s not sure. Sylvanas certainly can’t climb out of the Maw on thirty feet of rope, but it’s still odd to see. After that is a large bundle of dark material that Jaina can only assume are new leathers, and she breathes a private sigh of relief at that.
Again, it is an odd thing to focus on—clothes of all things. Still, if it were her, down here, alone, left only with her regrets and the glowing judgment of Dori’thur’s eyes, she would not want to be wearing tattered clothes.
A smaller odd assortment follows, laid out in an organized fashion. Jaina catches glimpses of new flint and tinder, bow strings, a small knife, a crisp white hand towel, an odd brass instrument that’s something like a sextant or viewfinder—distinctly elven in nature but close enough to both that Jaina guesses it is meant for finding the value of distances, quills and ink and a stack of parchment, a large piece of thick, fine velum lined with a grid, perhaps meant to be made into a map.
So little of it is sentimental. Sylvanas could have asked for anything, but what lies before her is a military requisition. It seems she is a General through and through, and has put all of her concern into the practicality of her mission. She is here to seek souls and guide them, and if a map and rope and measuring of things will help in that, then Jaina supposes there is no harm in such tools.
Still, none of it is what she expects to come out of that pack, save the leathers.
Only when Sylvanas makes a face of sorts, long eyebrows twitching, does she pull out something unexpected, and the expression that comes to rest on her sharp features tells Jaina it is not something she asked for, and perhaps not something she wants.
She presses the button on a small circular case in her palm to reveal it is a compact, not a compass or some other practical instrument. The face she makes is at the mirror within it, and Sylvanas swiftly closes the lid, setting the offending object aside, away from the rest.
The last thing she retrieves comes out with a rattle. A copper kettle, out of place in the wash of monotone greys and whites and blacks, chimes as two matching mugs attached to its handle slam against it. While it is well-made and elven in nature, it is simple enough that it too seems to serve a military purpose.
“I told Vereesa, about the tea,” Jaina confesses before the curiosity alighting in Sylvanas’ eyes can seek satisfaction.
It’s only then that she looks up from her hoard at her, one long eyebrow slightly lifted. Sylvanas, once again, says nothing.
“She thought it was a good idea,” Jaina goes on. “And that I could use a break while I wait for you to write your replies, as it were.”
Sylvanas says nothing still, pulling aside the lid of the kettle to find that what rattles inside is a strainer and small tin of tea. She sets these aside separately, lining them up with the rest of her expanded inventory.
She looks over the items, not back at Jaina, as she finally nods, just slightly, and says, “Running a nation is a daunting task.”
Jaina knows. She’s run three of them, should one count Dalaran as a nation, which she certainly does. Sylvanas has run one and the military of another, and led an entire faction of united nations and races, for a time. On this, they can both agree.
Jaina watches, fascinated, as Sylvanas packs some things back into the rucksack in a very focused and practiced way. She leaves aside the leathers and the kettle and its accessories and the mirror compact. Everything else is stored away with purpose and precision.
Her fixation is interrupted when Sylvanas stands, walking over to her to hand her the kettle.
“I have no water,” is her explanation.
There is water in the Maw, or at least in Korthia, still chained to it even now. Jaina had looked there first, assuming that Sylvanas would be among the trees of a more familiar landscape, closer in Azeroth to its nature. But no, she had camped here, nearer to Torghast, in what Jaina now thinks is probably a more practical home base.
Dare she even think it, but Sylvanas Windrunner seems to be very boringly pragmatic, when left alone to her own devices.
Jaina takes the kettle, recognizing her usefulness in this situation. Perhaps that’s why the arcane arts were always appealing to her. She thrives on being useful.
Conjuring water and fire for her own tea, at least, will give her something to do besides joining Dori’thur in her silent watching of Sylvanas.
The odd domesticity of the scene isn’t lost on Jaina as she kneels by the firepit, measuring out tea leaves from the tin in pinches. Sylvanas is seated on the stool she had not occupied, reading her letter in silence.
A tension fills the stale air of the Maw, but it’s different than any they’ve simmered in before. Jaina is used to being in the same room with Sylvanas Windrunner only in states of distress—during Garrosh’s trial, or when she stopped Varian from attacking her by teleporting his entire army away. Jaina’s life is made up of moments she rethinks years after, and that is one of them. Had she not interfered, would Teldrassil have burned?
Then again, would Varian have died sooner? Would Sylvanas not have been justified in killing him then, had Jaina let that fight play out? She had asked for help to win back her city, and had far more claim to the ashes of Lordaeron than anyone in the Alliance—even Jaina, who, if not for many other lost moments, might have been its queen. Would they then have come to their own blows, ending it all in the bowels of the Undercity, a clash of ice and shadow?
This is why Jaina can’t think on these things. She’ll get lost. Time slips away like sands in an hourglass, and she wonders how the bronze dragons can manage to know the outcomes of such scenarios and not go mad. No, it is better to be present where and when she is now, tending to the kettle over Sylvanas’ fire pit, waiting, as strange a scenario as that might be.
Stranger still is the question that breaks the silence, “It seems you know my nephews. How do they fare these days?”
Do you know them is the question Jaina wants to ask back, but she knows the answer. No, well, maybe not. Maybe she knew Arator, as a baby. He’s a man grown now, and last Jaina saw him, he was excited to hear all about her interactions with Uther in the Shadowlands, and wanted to know all about her stories of the legendary paladin of old.
Of old…that was not all that long ago. Fifteen years back, she stood with him at Stratholme, in another moment in which her mind frequently stalls, questioning everything, able to change nothing.
“They’re well,” is Jaina’s answer. “Arator is busy with the Silver Hand. Giramar and Galadin continue to grow like weeds.”
Again, the conversation strikes an odd chord of domesticity. Jaina has really never considered that Sylvanas is the aunt of those boys, but she is. Having seen it up close on her now, Giramar has the same lopsided smirk when thinks he’s said something particularly funny. Galadin has the same look of burning seriousness and focus. Jaina wonders if Sylvanas once laughed, lifetimes ago, as easily as Arator does?
It’s a question she can never ask.
Sylvanas huffs a response, “I’ve never seen Vereesa’s children.”
Jaina thinks this is some egregious sin for a moment, but then realizes, of course she hasn’t. The boys were born when she was already dead. They know their aunt only as the fearsome Banshee Queen. Jaina wonders if they know that, until quite recently, their own mother was still so desperate for her sister, but so afraid of her.
The Windrunners are and remain a complex web of a family to weave in and out of, and while Jaina never intended to be as such, she feels she’s become the spider that maintains it. Yes, she knows Sylvanas’ nephews likely better than she ever will. She helped the twins study for a test last week. She knows Arator’s favorite snack is caramel popcorn, and she buys a big tin for him every Winterveil. She tries to diffuse conversations between Alleria and Vereesa, where the elder sister’s brash and self-assured nature rubs wrong against the youngest’s sensitive one.
And now she makes tea for herself, waiting for the middle sister to write what amounts to a prison letter back to them. Or, well, the only one who has made an effort to contact her.
“I can ask her for a photograph?” Jaina offers, looking over her shoulder for a response, unsure if that was a problem for her to solve or just a statement.
Either way, she likes solving problems. She likes being useful. While she did not intend to be the spider, spinning this web, she still spins it.
Sylvanas says nothing, yet again, but Jaina sees her ears twitch upward. She’s been around enough elves for enough years to understand the language their ridiculously long ears speak. This, while Sylvanas doesn’t give voice to it, tells Jaina she’s interested.
She takes that for her answering, demanding nothing else, and pretends to be distracted by the hiss of the kettle. The earthy smell of Kul Tiran black tea tells her it’s ready as much as the hiss. The Maw smells of nothing, but now, it smells like tea and a fire, and to some, that’s home.
“Do you want any?” Jaina asks over her shoulder again.
When she looks back at Sylvanas for a reply, she just waves her disinterest, offering no explanation for it. The undead do not need to eat or drink, but Jaina knows Derek still likes his tea. It is the polite thing to do, the useful thing. Jaina, spider that she is, is an industrious creature. She cannot stop weaving.
She knows she’s right when she catches another lift of Sylvanas’ ears at the question, and the barest hint of her sharp cheek poking out from behind the paper that covers the rest of her face, a hint of the smirk she shares with her nephew, whom she’s never seen nor met.
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Such a problem is what brings Jaina now to Vereesa’s doorstep, that same evening.
The smell of a sweet elven curry fills Jaina’s nose as the door is cracked open. She can just barely see the red heads and stubby, pointed ears of Giramar and Galadin, bent over plates at the kitchen table.
Vereesa stands, dressed as causally in peacetime as Jaina is, smelling of spice and vegetables, smiling.
“Jaina! I just put dinner on the table!” she announces. “There’s extra, if you’d like to join us. Say hello to Jaina, boys.”
“Hi Aunty Jaina,” comes in a twin chorus of deepening voices she’s still getting used to. The boys are entering their gangling teenage phase now, as half-elves tend to grow as quickly as their human parent. Apparently, they are eating Vereesa out of house and home, and prove this statement correct as they don’t bother to get up from their dinner to greet her. A hello is the best she can hope for.
They call her aunty, though she isn’t their aunt, because Anduin does it too. Because Arator did it once, to make fun of him.
“I’m good on dinner, thank you though,” Jaina tells their mother.
She does not feel the need to impose or intrude, and is not hungry, but the position suits her. She is not a Windrunner. She is the spider spinning her web on the top corner of their door frame.
“I didn’t expect to see you again today,” Vereesa confesses, leaning her weight on the doorknob she still holds.
She is smaller than Sylvanas, quick both to smile and to cry, though she has had more reason to do the latter. She is not prone to smirking, and does so only when she thinks no one is watching.
Jaina produces a letter as her answer. This time, Sylvanas wrote two pages. That should hopefully mean something to her.
Vereesa’s blue eyes go wide. They’re softer in color, a tone closer to purple, while Alleria’s are a muted aqua. They are normal and natural for a high elf, or as natural as an arcane-infused near immortal being can be. Sylvanas’ bright, burning blue, is as unnatural as the sinister red it replaced. Before, Vereesa had once told her, Sylvanas had grey eyes like their mother, a trait considered highly rare and desirable among the quel’dorei. Vereesa had been jealous of them.
Now Sylvanas dwells in eternal grey, and Vereesa’s home is smothered with Alliance blue.
She snatches the parchment with delight. A little noise escapes her lips, whether she wants it to or not is anyone’s guess.
“I can’t thank you enough for doing this,” she tells Jaina, eyes already pouring over the words. “And for not making a stink about it or refusing on Tyrande’s behalf.”
Jaina had thought about that, certainly. The morality of her acceptance had weighed heavy on her before her first meeting with Sylvanas. Surely, Tyrande would not want this. Surely, there was a breach of hard-won justice. Surely, she should feel strongly against it herself, having been a recent victim of Sylvanas’ actions, fully in her control or not. Jaina had once questioned that deeply, wondering if some of this was posturing and blame, and if Sylvanas had very much willed her and her friends dead and tortured and forgotten as the souls she was now tasked with ushering to better places.
But in reality, free now of any influence besides Dori’thur’s watchful eyes and a sentence one could debate if she’d earned, Sylvanas had been polite to her. Curt, but courteous.
Eager, even, to have what little she was allowed, though not eager to show that. Words and gifts from her sister. The presence of another person from Jaina.
“As I told you before, I suspect that if Tyrande wanted to know and had a problem with it, she would have already come to me,” Jaina says to this, and she still believes it.
Something about the way Dori’thur watches even sets her ill at ease. She feels Tyrande’s eyes on her, feels her judgment, a tinge of betrayal, but not enough to stir her to action. If she has truly watched Sylvanas all this time, then she must understand that she’s suffering enough. Letters and map-making supplies aren’t going to change that.
Her expression must have changed at the thought, because now Vereesa is staring at her, confused, the letter and its contents forgotten. “You’re angry about the knife?”
“I don’t care if you gave her a knife,” Jaina quickly says, raising her hands defensively. “It was small. I assumed it was for cutting quills or fletching. She certainly didn’t turn it on me, so why should I be concerned?”
“Quills,” Vereesa answers, settling back into a grin. “An important part of a proper Quel’thalan pen set, but I debated about that knife for a good hour, packing that bag.”
Jaina knows that, as dull as the contents of the bag seemed, Vereesa carefully selected all of them and made a day of it. She is the type to agonize over gifts, and to ensure she always gives something unique, thoughtful, and unexpected.
For her last birthday, Jaina did not do much in the way of celebrating. She was busy, of course, making herself busy, and settled for a nice dinner with her mother and brothers. They’d given her no gifts and she expected nothing from them. In Kul Tiras, birthday gifts are a thing reserved for children, not for thirty-eight-year-old women.
But to her surprise, that evening she found a little box wrapped in simple blue paper upon her desk, waiting for her. Within it was a bottle of silver polish, a note that explained Vereesa had noticed that her anchor pendant was getting a little tarnished from these years of constant wear, and a fine bottle of port, aged exactly thirty-eight years, with a remark on the note that said waiting such time to be drunk had only made it all the sweeter.
“She asked about the boys,” Jaina reports, attempting to change the subject before she too becomes sentimental over silly little things.
“Oh?”
The odd combination of raised eyebrows and drooped ears tells Jaina she feels odd about this, maybe guilty. Glowing eyes wander her face, searching for more details.
“She’s never met yours, I suppose I hadn’t thought about that,” Jaina goes on.
“I hadn’t either.”
Behind her, said boys shovel curry and rice into their mouths like their stomachs have no bottom. They’re nearly taller than Vereesa now, and have grown up so fast, sheltered by her expertly from this world of war and terror. Both reach for the earthenware pitcher of water between them at the same time to refill their glasses, and laugh as their hands smack into one another.
Vereesa turns her head to them, smiling and shaking it.
“Do you have a photograph of them? Arator too, maybe you and Alleria?” Jaina asks.
Vereesa doesn’t turn back to her, but her ears droop enough to tell Jaina she’s frowning about it. The answer is no, there’s no photo of them all together. The remaining Windrunners in Azeroth are busy people, hard to pin down and gather in one place.
Vereesa turns to her, a rare public smirk on her face. It makes her look as much like Sylvanas as Jaina has ever seen, no doubting they are sisters there.
“No, but I believe a trip to Stormwind is in order to correct that. And I’ll have an extra copy made—for you, if anyone’s asking,” Vereesa tells her.
“Of course, for me,” Jaina tells her, echoing the mischief on her face, glad to see it sparkling through the soft blue of her eyes.
Glad, really, to see anything in them but tears.
#sylvanas windrunner#jaina proudmoore#sylvaina#fanfic#help i am being consumed by this#now with fixed time dilation shit because i am fuckin dumb as hell
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A/N – Sorry for the wait! Here’s chapter 8. And I’m still taking ideas for a title for this story, I’m struggling with that.
Chapter 8
Ughhh… This Bitch
~The next morning~
Madame C was in field work mode, up before the ‘sun’ and doing rounds around the hotel. By the time any of the other residents had begun to exit their rooms, the shadow demon was stood on the balcony of the second floor watching the bugs scurry. Her second cup of coffee in hand, Madame C’s attention was drawn to the hallway to see the snake demon stretching and heading towards the kitchen with five egg demons trailing him.
Sir Pentious was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when he caught sight of the shadowy figure, making it downstairs and almost to the kitchen before realizing what he’d seen. By the time he looked back up to find it though, Madame C had moved back to blend into the darkness. Sir Pentious shook his head and pushed on to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Madame C began to make her way down to the parlor and sat on a chair with a good view of the rest of the front room.
Alastor was the next resident to come down with Nifty close behind before she darted off to chase a bug. When Alastor took notice of Madame C, his eye twitched and his grip tightened on his mic staff. Green eyes stared Alastor down daring him to say or do anything. The radio demon had just squared his shoulders, ready to push his luck, before loud talking echoed down the hallway heading towards the lobby.
Madame C smirked as the radio demon deflated slightly then looked to see Vaggie and Charlie heading to the stairs. Charlie was talking animatedly about some exercise she wanted the group to try while Vaggie smiled softly. As they reached the top of the stairs and Alastor, the blonde girl waved excitedly.
“Alastor! Do you want to join our exercise today? It’s going to be awesome!” Then Charlie caught sight of the shadowed demon in the parlor. “Oh! And you too, Madame C! I know neither of you are here for redemption, but it’ll be fuuun!”
Alastor chuckled slightly, “ Not today my dear! I’m afraid I have some errands to run and I must be off.” The deer demon gave a bow then made his way downstairs, briefly narrowing his eyes at Madame C before he exited the hotel.
Madame C had watched the damned radio demon like a hawk, temporarily forgetting Charlie had asked her a question. When she was sure Alastor was gone, the shadow went to return to her coffee and jumped slightly as the princess had moved to stand in front of her. Charlie’s hands were clasped under her chin and she was looking at Madame C with big eyes. Green eyes widened, for a second picturing a different body attached to those eyes before blinking the image away. Lucifer would probably never look at her like that, if he ever looked at her again.
“Well? Will you please join us?! It’ll be a great way for you to officially meet everyone!” Charlie’s hopeful eyes shone brightly and Madame C sighed, the last thing she had wanted to do was mingle, but apparently, she held a soft spot for the Morningstar family.
Finishing the last of her coffee, Madame C looked between Charlie and Vaggie, wanting to gauge if both girls wanted her present. “I suppose it would be best if I know everyone I’m to protect. What exactly do you have planned, Princess?”
Charlie leapt forward to hug the shadowed figure, bouncing in excitement. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!! Let’s get everyone together, and then I’ll explain it. Everyone else has done this once before, but hopefully there’s a little less fighting and blood this time.” The princess had pulled away, laughing nervously remembering how their last trust exercise hadn’t been the greatest. “But I’m sure it’ll go much better this time! Stay here, and Vaggie and I will go get everyone else!”
Charlie grabbed Vaggie’s hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. Madame C breathed out slowly and tried to relax into the couch. She’d hoped to meet the residents individually and gauge them that way; this way would work, but meant she may not be able to see true colors.
A few minutes later, Vaggie was yelling at everyone for slacking as she pushed the group from the kitchen. Madame C raised a brow; the one-eyed girl was strong and the much more forceful of the pair, good to know.
As the group closed in on the shadow demon, Husk recognized her first, stepping out of the group and walking towards the bar. Charlie ran to stop him, “Husk! C’mon, no time for drinks now!”
The winged cat dodged Charlie shaking his head. “Uh-uh, I need a drink if I’ve gotta be around her.” Madame C raised a brow and narrowed her eyes, what did he mean by that?
Charlie voiced Madame C’s thoughts and Husk turned while pouring his drink. “Small, dark, and quiet gives me the creeps. Plus, no interpreter means she’s just gonna be starin' at us the whole time.” Husk visibly shivered, then gulped down his drink, poured another and finally came back to join the group.
While Husk had been grabbing his drink, Sir Pentious and Angel Dust had noticed Madame C as well. Angel greeted her with a quick hey and a wave, vaguely remembering her from a time she had met with Val at the studio.
Sir Pentious, while having never met or seen the woman before, had knowledge of every overlord and gave the shadow demon a salute. “Madame C! It’sss a pleasure to meet you!”
Once everyone was on the sofa and chairs, Charlie clapped her hands together, smiling bright. “Everyone, meet our newest guest slash bodyguard, Madame C! Let’s all introduce ourselves and make her feel welcome. Say your name and your favorite thing about the hotel! I’ll start!” The blonde jumped up to stand in front of the group. “Hello! My name is Charlie and I love seeing all of your wonderful faces everyday” she said, slightly tearing up. “Vaggie?”
Vaggie and Charlie traded places, the one-eyed girl putting a hand on her hip. “Uh, I’m Vaggie. And I uh.. I like seeing you guys actually putting some effort into this. Angel, you’re next.” Vaggie sat next to Charlie and smiled at her girlfriend, grabbing her hand.
“I’m Angel Dust, famous pornstar if you ever need anything, sweetheart,” the spider paused to throw a wink at Madame C. “I really love the free rent here, and uh the people I guess.” Angel added on the last bit after receiving a glare from Vaggie, further confirming to Madame C that she was the firm hand in the relationship.
Suddenly a small form jumped in front of the shadow demon. “HI! I’m Nifty! I like all the bugs that I get to kill.” The girl’s one eye was gleaming, her sharp smile wide with excitement.
The group watched Nifty scurry away when she spotted a bug before turning their attention to the snake demon. “Me? Oh, um.. I’m Sssir Pentious. And I love how kind every one hasss been to me even though I did try to blow the hotel up to get to Alastor.” He looked slightly ashamed during his introduction, but Madame C knew she’d be watching him a little more closely anyway. Can’t be too careful around destructive demons, repentant or not.
Finally Husk raised his half empty glass slightly, “I’m Husk. I like the booze.” Vaggie looked annoyed while Charlie smiled nervously and turned to motion Madame C to introduce herself.
“My name is Madame C, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I look forward to finding something to love about this hotel.” Her shadowed form bowed slightly before sitting back down and looking around the room. Charlie was beaming, Vaggie had a half smile thankful someone wasn’t just using her girlfriend, Angel Dust had one brow raised and Sir Pentious looked slightly confused.
Husk was in shock, almost dropping his glass. “When the fuck did you start talkin? Last I checked, you were mute!”
Madame C nodded, “Yes, I used to be mute. A recent venture has made it possible for me to speak again, though.”
Husk waited for more of an explanation. When he realized none was coming, he huffed and got up to get another drink. Charlie jumped up and tried to redirect the group’s attention, beginning to tell them about the exercise for today.
A few short hours later, Madame C was standing on the roof of the hotel looking out at the city. If she focused on the slight breeze instead of the sounds of chaos and destruction, it was rather peaceful, allowing her to reflect on what she had learned about each of the hotel’s guests. Husk was much like how she remembered from when he’d been an overlord - rough on the outside, but a softie looking out for those around him on the inside. Angel was obviously insecure and hid it by constantly talking about sex and his job. Sir Pentious was an open book and she honestly felt for the poor thing because of it. Nifty was just crazy and she planned on staying away from the little psycho. Charlie was a bleeding heart, but she’d known that. Vaggie also seemed insecure, but Madame C couldn’t quite put her finger on why. And the one-eyed girls rough-and-tough attitude she put forward screamed military which could be beneficial come extermination day.
Movement heading towards the hotel brought Madame C out of her thoughts and she turned her attention to the ground, ready to attack if need be. The sight of Alastor casually strolling up to the front door made the shadow demon roll her eyes in annoyance, yet she didn’t look away. The radio demon must have sensed eyes on him, he stopped to glance around then looked up and locked eyes with Madame C. His permanent grin widened slightly and his eye twitched as he waved to the shadow demon on top of the hotel before swiftly entering the hotel.
Alastor was the one resident Madame C didn’t need to know better, she’d known him his whole time in hell and she knew he was trouble. If there ever came an opportunity, the green-eyed woman knew she’d permanently shut down his radio show.
The next few weeks went by in much the same manor - wake before everyone else to check the perimeter, meet with the other guests and occasionally join the exercises, eat dinner, and finish the night on top of the hotel as a final check before going to bed. The first few nights had been rough, knowing Lucifer wasn’t there and wouldn’t be made sleep difficult and fitful. Once she’d finally gotten used to the loneliness she’d known her whole life, though, Madame C was able to practically shut down her mind and work on autopilot.
Just over a month since Madame C came to the hotel, Charlie decided to call her dad while almost everyone was out. Madame C sat on the balcony railing, watching the princess with concern. The blonde paced the parlor area, one hand holding her phone to her ear as the other pulled her hair at the roots. “Dad, it’s been almost two months. I really need this meeting with Heaven!... I know you said it might be difficult but-… I know! Ughh… please, just tell me you’re at least in talks to set it up?... okay, thank you. Please let me know as soon as you get somewhere?... Thanks dad. And if you ever want to come by again, you know you’re always welcome! Love you dad.” Charlie collapsed onto the couch near her, dropping her head in her hands. Vaggie sat next to her girlfriend, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Madame C, seeing this as a private moment for the two women, dissolved into the shadows and reappeared in her room. Throwing up her barrier around her room and dropping her shadows, Caelwen sat on her bed and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Nia had been giving her daily updates on the business, including setting up a meeting with Beelzebub for two weeks after the next extermination. But Caelwen wasn’t looking for a new message from her hell hound assistant, hoping instead to see a notification from Lucifer.
They hadn’t talked since that morning she’d left and Caelwen was scared to reach out and push him further away. She had no idea how romance and affection worked, except for the little parental love her mother had been able to show her while running. Her fingers hesitated over Lucifer’s contact. Maybe if she did reach out, he’d be happy and tell her he’d missed her! Or he’d tell her that it really had just been their close proximity and his loneliness that he’d confused for love.
Just as she was about to press the call button, a knock sounded at her door. In the blink of an eye, she was cloaked in shadows again and ready to grab for a weapon. Approaching the door, Madame C could sense Alastor’s power through her barrier. She opened the door with a snarl, eyes blazing, “What do you need, radio demon?”
Alastor leaned on his staff towards the shadow demon, unnaturally wide smile fixed in place. “Good afternoon, my dear! I’ve just come to tell you Princess Charlie would like everyone’s assistance in cleaning the hotel and preparing dinner. It seems Lucifer will be joining us tonight.” His staticky voice threatened to give Madame C a head ache.
“I’ll be down in a moment, thank you,” she grumbled and slammed the door in Alastor’s face. Shadows dropping again, Caelwen shook off the gross feeling she always got around the radio demon. Running a hand through her hair, she prepared to head downstairs before she fully processed that Alastor had said Lucifer would be joining them tonight. Caelwen immediately ran around her room, changing into better clothes and trying to tame her hair. Unless something terrible happened, she’d do her best to pull Lucifer aside after dinner and talk to him. At the very least, she needed closure.
The table was full of multiple conversations, everyone sticking to their comfort people. Charlie sat at the head of the table with Vaggie on one side and Alastor on her other, the three laughing at something one of them said. Angel was next to Alastor with Husk across from him trading banter and occasionally bringing Sir Pentious into the conversation and making the poor snake uncomfortable. Occasionally, Nifty could be seen scampering around stabbing at bugs, never stopping to take a seat. Madame C sat across from Sir Pentious and next to Lucifer, who occupied the other end of the table. The green-eyed demon and Lucifer were the only two not talking, only chiming in when asked but otherwise content to watch.
They each tried to sneak glances without the other noticing, both wanting to reach out but unsure of how, especially with so many eyes. As everyone finished their food and conversations died down, one by one they began to leave the table and head to their rooms. Charlie, Vaggie, Madame C, and Lucifer were the last ones to leave, gathering their plates and heading to the kitchen as a group.
Charlie stood next to her dad at the sink handing him clean dishes to dry before grabbing dirty ones from Vaggie. “This was super fun! We should do dinners like this all the time!” The blonde’s grin was bright as she scrubbed food from plates.
“It was pretty great, but maybe we try every other week first? Don’t want to overwhelm everyone, babe,” Vaggie said while putting a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.
Lucifer nodded eagerly, hoping that showing enthusiasm to the dinners despite his dislike for certain sinners would help him earn favor with Charlie. “That’s a great idea, Maggie!”
Madame C grabbed a dry plate from Lucifer and put it away, then turned towards the others. “Perhaps next time we could make a challenge out of it? Split the residents in half and see which team can make a better meal. No magic. Winning team will have bragging rights. It would teach communication and teamwork.”
Charlie’s mouth hung open, her mind running wild with this new idea. “That. Is. Brilliant! Ohmygosh, that would be perfect! Vaggie, we need to start planning. We’ll have to decide who’s on which team and the rules. And we’ll need to get all the food they might need. There’s so much to do, let’s go!” The blonde grabbed her girlfriend’s hand, speeding out of the kitchen.
Lucifer and Madame C stared at the door for a moment before the shadowed woman started giggling. Lucifer turned towards her, wondering what she was laughing at. “I would kill for just a pinch of her enthusiasm and energy! The things I could do…” Still chuckling quietly, Madame C returned to putting away the dry dishes.
Lucifer stared at the shadow form with a smile on his face before he remembered this woman had used him and played with his heart. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the sink, a small frown on his face now as he looked at the ground. When Madame C turned around and saw the look on Lucifer’s face, her own smile fell. She needed to fix this, especially if these dinners continued.
Madame C walked to Lucifer and held out her hand, green eyes staring into yellow and red, asking for a chance. Lucifer slowly took the hand in front of him, clutching tightly when Madame C transported them to her room.
He stepped away from her, taking in the new space quickly before looking back to where the shadow demon had stood. Now, Caelwen stood before him in a dark green dress with a tired look on her face. Lucifer watched as the woman walked to the bed against one wall and sat, patting the spot next to her.
When Lucifer didn’t move, Caelwen sighed and crossed her legs and placed her clasped hands in her lap. “I…,” she fumbled for her words, trying to organize her thoughts. “I know you think I used you and I can understand why you feel that way. But, I want you to know that it was never my intention. You were my last hope and, truthfully, I had already resigned myself to the possibility I may never even get to meet you let alone ask for your help.” Caelwen looked down at her lap and closed her eyes. “I also need you to know that I never intended to fall for you or make you think I was playing with your emotions. The time we spent together was the most amazing week of my life. And before then, I had never bothered to think of romance or love. I’m an outsider here and could never be honest about myself to anyone, that’s not exactly the best foundation for a relationship. But with you, I feel like I belong. Like I could make a real life here, outside of work.”
Lucifer’s shoulders drooped hearing the sincerity of Caelwen’s words and made his way to her side to sit next to her. He reached over and grabbed one of her hands to hold it in his own, making the woman look at him.
Caelwen cleared her throat, wondering when she had started to tear up. “I truly do think I’m beginning to love you. I know we haven’t known each other very long, but I feel whole and happier than I ever have when you’re near. This time here has given me a chance to fully explore my feelings and I can honestly say I hate not seeing or talking to you.”
Caelwen’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears as she squeezed Lucifer’s hand and smiled at him. Lucifer smiled back, returning the squeeze. “Our time apart has given me a chance to reflect as well. Lilith and I were together for millennia and she just left one day. I guess I’ve always blamed myself and thought there would be no way another woman could ever truly love me again. Plus, I’m the king of Hell! People usually only ever want to use me in some way.” Lucifer looked down at their clasped hands, then back into Caelwen’s warm green eyes. “I want to believe you truly want me and nothing else. And seeing you now after our time apart, I can’t deny how nice it feels. I think I’d like to try and explore this, but I can’t make any guarantees. I have my own issues and Charlie comes first, but if you’re serious about not using me…”
Lucifer’s eyes searched Caelwen’s for any hint she was lying, but all he saw was acceptance and love. His heart warmed and he smiled softly. Caelwen returned the smile and placed her free hand on his cheek. “I would love to explore this feeling with you, Lucifer. Be prepared, though - I’ve lost so many people over the years, I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon!”
Fallen angel and Nephilim laughed quietly as they leaned into each other, eyes slipping closed. Unlike their first kiss, this was soft and short, testing the water. Lucifer disconnected their lips and leaned his forehead to Caelwen’s, the two breathing each other in.
When they finally pulled away entirely, Lucifer glanced at his watch, eyes widening at the time. He stood and pulled Caelwen with him, moving to stand in front of her. “I have to leave for the night, unfortunately. I’m glad we cleared the air and that I listened. I’ll be calling soon for our first date,” he winked. “And I do believe I owe you flying lessons! So we’ll need to fit that in, too!” Lucifer grinned broadly at Calewen, feeling truly excited for the first time in a while.
Caelwen smiled back and pulled Lucifer into a hug. “I can’t wait,” she whispered before pulling back. They two kissed once more, and then Lucifer was gone in a flash or red. Caelwen fell back onto her bed, face stretched into a wide grin as she buzzed with excitement. Things were looking up in her life and nothing could bring her down.
A knock sounded at her door. Caelwen sat up and looked at the door curiously, it was late so no one should be at her door. Another knock came and the brunette quickly covered herself and her room in shadows as she went to open the door. Instead of literally any other resident, there stood Alastor with his stupid grin and mic.
Madame C felt any remaining happiness drain from her at the sight of Alastor. “What do you need?” she asked harshly.
Alastor leaned towards the shadow demon, “I was just wanting to check on you, my dear! You were so quiet during dinner, one would think you wouldn’t stop talking now that you can!” His staticky voice grated on Madame C’s nerves.
The shadow demon leveled Alastor with a glare, “I’m fine. Just doing my job to observe and ensure everyone is safe. Thank you for checking. I’m going to bed now, though, so goodnight.” Closing the door before the radio demon could say anything else, Madame C dropped her shadows and ensured her barrier was sealed tight. Leave it to that fucker to ruin what had been a perfect night.
A/N – I have no idea why this was so hard to write. But whatever. Also, this obviously doesn’t take us to extermination day, but I also didn’t want this chapter to be a novel on its own. We’re now about 3 months out from the extermination, and I’m hoping to cover that time in the next chapter. So this story overall will be longer than expected.
A/N 2 – It’ll probably be about a week before the next chapter is out. I’ve gotta flesh out the dates and stuff while not making each one a chapter 🤦♀️
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I LOST THE ASK IM SORRY ANON BUT HERE
REGINA
favorite thing about them
heheeeeeehoooo i’m a lesbian but honestly she has so much like depth to her in a way that’s not immediately obvious and it’s really interesting as a writer getting to explore that beyond canon
least favorite thing about them
i don’t like that i relate to her!!!! i don’t like the idea of being mean and she is and i’m entirely convinced she and i have the same personality disorder and i am terrified that i’m like her. some people have said it and i just hate that it might be true
but like as a character in and of herself it’s how she uses people for her own gain. that’s not cool boo
favorite line
“boo, you whore” from the movie
“that’s what i keep trying to explain to the president on twitter but he blocked me” from the show
i can’t remember enough of what she says in the new movie rn but i’ll find smth later i’m sure lol
brOTP
damian. she and damian both love taylor swift and they listen to every song together and fangirl together and also damian gets her into musicals. regina likes the dark gritty ones with good music like les mis and little shop and damian likes the classics (obvs)
OTP
post redemption arc i ship her with like every woman in this. like any combo of gretchen and karen, i’m an absolute SUCKER for cadina (like i’m literally on my knees begging for cadina fic prompts please), rejanis is. it has potential not my fav but i do partake from time to time.
but like aaron would just turn out bad nobody really likes shane or kevin and damian. is gay. so none of the men lol
nOTP
this woman is GAY so again any of the guys lol. also if it’s done wrong rejanis can be real icky and i don’t like that
random headcanon
she can juggle. cady is the only one who knows and regina will absolutely kill her if she lets it slip
unpopular opinion
she is a victim who made the wrong choices and not the monster a lot of people make her out to be. she is not the villain of the story she is the villain of her own life by fault of her own mind which is the fault of her upbringing and she is making the only choices she knows how which just so happen to hurt a lot of people. she absolutely can be redeemed and she deserves it. which is why the bus doesn’t just straight up kill her.
song i associate with them
i think i said this for janis but monster from frozen has very much internal regina vibes to me that she like is terrified of letting anyone else see. also i know it’s about something VERY DIFFERENT but all grown up from bare seems like it would really speak to her. and also just all of renee’s songs bc duh
favorite picture of them
it’s a gif and this is how i lost the post last time but uh
like. holy shit.
DAMIAN
favorite thing about them
i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again but that boy drinks his loving janis sarkisian juice every morning as part of a balanced breakfast. he knows they’re each others person and i think he navigates their admittedly strange relationship really well. 
and also i love that this ~17 year old fat openly gay kid has SO MUCH confidence in himself. could he be overcompensating and actually have a lot internally that he doesn’t like about himself? yes absolutely . but the way he chooses to handle himself with such grace and confidence as he navigates such a complex web of social issues is really admirable to me and i don’t think he gets enough credit :))
least favorite thing about them
some of the stereotypes aren’t like super cool but like they had to come from somewhere so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
favorite line
damian is what got me into this show tbh i have so many
but i thiiiiiink it’s gotta be either “and they are more addictive than opioids and girl scout thin mints combined” (also hot take but i’ve been a girl scout for 18 years and thin mints SUCK)
OR
“did she just leave while i was actively caring about her? no. / she’s leaving! just like my DAD.”
honestly just like all of stop all of cautionary tale just him i love him yes
brOTP
besides the obvious answer of janis again i would say regina. but also he and gretchen get coffee at least once a week and bond over dances and choreography and whatnot and he and karen are joined at the hip whenever they’re together and you cannot tell me otherwise. and cady is basically his little sister
OTP
THEATRE BOY FROM THE NEW MOVIE OMGGGGG but also like. i don’t really know lol
i usually write him as being with aaron but that’s bc when i was writing like three months in i asked and all my (four) readers at the time said they wanted damiaaron it was not my first pick. but it has grown on me a lot and i think they’re super cute together
nOTP
i am terrified of the amount of romantic fic out there for him and janis?? like y’all ran face first into the point and hit ur heads so hard u still couldn’t see it huh
random headcanon
he kicked janis’ front teeth out in tap class when they were five and janis still has a small scar on her lip
unpopular opinion
i know i write about it a lot and stuff but making him trans feels really reductive of his personality sometimes. we need more trans rep obviously and i love people being able to take characters like him and feel seen but i question it with him in particular a lot. similar vibes to people who make matilda trans i just dk. lots of complicated feelings about it
also that he is the best goddamn character in the whole thing
song i associate with them
uhhhhhh for whatever reason 9 to 5 by dolly parton?? and jolene are the first two to pop into my head lol idk why
oh and also better work bitch by britney spears (i think??)
favorite picture of them
#thank you anon i’m sorryyyy!!#i’ve been here for nearly three years and still can’t figure out how to remove gifs from posts lol#entropy with ezzy#mean girls#damian hubbard#regina george#caps tw#swear tw#cw food mention#ezzy gets an ask
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Betrayal Beyond Repair pt2
(CW mild description of injuries, nightmares, and panic attacks
“Sera? Why did you tell me to come to the meeting room?” Emily asked as she opened the door.
“Close the door behind you.” Sera’s cold voice demanded, Emily nodded and quickly did as told before turning to see the room filled with multiple high ranking angels. Without even a second to speak a set of handcuffs were materialized around her wrist and chained her to the table in the center of the room.
“S-Sera what’s happening?!” She asked with fear filling her words as she shrunk under the many eyes glaring down at her.
“You have been putting your nose where it does not belong and spreading dangerous ideas among the public. That is why you are here.” Her journal appeared on the table before them all, had she gone through it again?
“You went through my journal again, Sera? Wasn’t one time enough?”
“So you admit you had secrets to keep?”
“I-I was frustrated, its what I do, I write my feelings and things I need to think about in. Y-you know this Sera” Emily whimpered out as the high Seraphim stared down at her.
“You have been going around and pulling for information about the exterminations and heaven’s ways. Your ideas not only go against it but are dangerous for those who want to keep their paradise. This is heaven, they had many times during their lives to fix themselves yet they chose to continue to live in sin. You do not get to decide who stays and goes.”
“You don’t even know what gets a soul into heaven!” Emily shouted back.
“My thoughts and ideas may be childish but am I wrong? You saw during the trial no one knew what gets a soul into heaven! So how sure are we, and look at the people! They are blind, you are keeping things from them! This place is supposed to be perfect, but perfection does not exist!”
“Emily. You get those ideas from the slimy snake man, the one who is supposedly redeemed. A man who has most likely murdered many during his life and done horrific things, yet you question why ones like him should be in hell.”
“Sirpentious is a wonderful man, he is sweet, and he talks about his inventions and his girlfriend. Sure i may not know everything he’s ever done but, what matters now is that the system works. Redemption is what was intended-”
“Emily-”
“Sera, think, if that were not the case he would not have made it no matter his efforts.” The girl pleaded with hope in her eyes, the angels of the court seemed to be on the fence with their expression.
“So you think we can just let anyone say they want redemption and allow them in? How do you know their efforts are genuine, how do you know they aren’t trying to infiltrate? If you are so close with this man that he’s comfortable bringing up his girlfriend who is a sinner much like him, how do you know this isn’t their plan?”
“Because you make decisions without consulting anyone. You don’t bother to ask questions”
“Because I shouldn't have to ask questions, questioning is what gets you into dangerous situations. I believe in what is right and as to the others and letting these folk in on groundless bases when they could revert anytime they want is insane. Putting many of those who got here due to pure nature and good well beings on the first try. That is selfish and insane!”
“Sera please, you see it has worked, and we’ve kept a close eye on him. Why wont you believe me-”
“Honestly Emiliana I expected better from you! To so easily go against us and allow a sinner to taint your thoughts…maybe its better that you join those you want to “help” so much.” Emily’s eyes went wide as she knew what her sister was implying, shaking her head she begged for Sera to listen to her. Even as the guards unchained her from the table and dragged her away.
She screamed, thrashing and kicking from the battle angel’s grip. With a lash ditch effort she bolted towards Sera with tears running down her face crying for another chance.
“Please Sera, please! I won't say anything, I won't talk with Sirpentious, I’ll do anything just please! Please don’t let them hurt me, sister! Please Sera, don't do this!” Sera stood from her seat and walked over to the princess and replied coldly.
“As of now you are no longer, my sister.” A hand yanked Emily by her hair out of the room as she screamed out.
“SERA PLEASE!”
“Emily! Emily wakes up. Wake up!” Her eyes shot open while she continued to plead to be left unharmed.
“Ey ey, it's okay, you’re safe Emily” The bedside light clicked on revealing Charlie and Vaggie being the ones calling her name.
“Another nightmare?” Charlie asked while sitting on the end of the bed, Emily nodded and apologized for waking them.
“It's okay, we were already going to check on you and got worried when we heard crying.” Charlie reassured, Vaggie suggested having a bath, of course Emily couldn’t do it herself, still too weak. In the bathroom once she was undressed Vaggie and Charlie felt their hearts tear apart as they saw the still healing injuries exposed once the bandages came off. Multiple stab wounds, gashes, bruises, and claw marks. Her wings were shredded badly with many scars along her back.
Denial had set into Emily’s mind quickly, she couldn’t believe her sister would do this. That she would allow for her to be harmed to this extent and to be thrown into hell almost left for dead! The very person she trusted for this long put her through this all because she started to question things. Things that Sera hardly ever answered or shut down.
“why?….Why would she do this?” Her hoarse voice quivered out as she wiped away tears.
“I’m sorry this happened, Emily.”
“Sh-she even denounced me as her sister right b-before th-they…they…” The lump in her throat choked her up, though Charlie and Vaggie knew what she was trying to say.
“Well, Emily, you’re welcome here for as long as you’d like.” Charlie smiled while preparing to take Emily back into the bedroom.
“Y-you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure, you’re not the first angel who’s been thrown down here.” Vaggie added as she helped Emily to her feet changing into a new set of clothes. Emily gave a grateful smile to their aid and kindness while also silently thanking Sirpentious for the directions of how to get into Pride's city.
“You won't ever be alone, Emily, we’re here to help you anyway we can.”
Looking in the mirror her hands combing through her freshly washed hair, happy to finally have all of the blood out of it. Still with some of it singed or cut in some places she needed to fix it. Going through a drawer she found a pair of scissors and started cutting away at her hair until it reached her neck. Taking some of the layers away revealed a small set of horns. She was surprised to see there wasn’t much of a change to her appearance by now, maybe for some it wasn’t immediate?
It was freeing to not have so much hair for once.
A couple more days went by and Emily still struggled to accept her fate yet she started to grow comfortable around those in the hotel little by little. She would often listen to Husk tell stories about sinners or about living world things or share music between her and Angel-Dust. Angel-Dust was a little surprised she liked his taste in music. Thankfully by now Nifty had gone off her murdering-angels-frenzy and would sometimes introduce Emily to movies she liked when she wasn’t cleaning.
Lucifer had been keeping an eye on the girl and had Charlie keep him updated on how she was doing. He knew just how jarring it could be to casted from heaven especially in such a violent manner. She told him about the nightmares Emily would have almost nightly but besides that she seemed to be adjusting better than expected.
“Emily, may I talk with you?” Lucifer asked while pardoning himself from interrupting Emily and Angel's music exchange. Emily nodded with a smile and followed him through a portal that led to his castle. Inviting her into his office and through the balcony.
“Would you like something to drink?” He asked, Emily settled herself in a chair while she looked up at the sky.
“Do you have frozen hot chocolate?” With a snap of his fingers he materialized a cup at the girl’s request.
“Thank you, so um…King Lucifer what did you want to talk about?” She inquired, Lucifer gave a soft chuckle replying with.
“Oh ouch Emily I didn’t think you’d call me that, I thought we were friends” His voice filled with playfulness as he feigned hurt. This got a giggle out of her while he continued.
“You can just call me Lucifer, Emily, no need for formalities.” He strutted closer observing her body gently.
“Well first I’m going to ask how you’ve been doing, I see you’re healing rather well. I was worried for a while, your injuries were horrific!”
“Yeah it still hurts a bit in certain places but, much better than before.” She gave a grateful smile to him as she sipped on her drink.
“Another thing I wanted to ask, how have you been doing? I know it can be hard to cope with being down here.” He backed up leaning against the balcony railing. Emily gave a small shrug at this.
“I’m fine I guess, just getting used to it.” Lucifer raised a brow at this but went along with it.
“Ya know, when I first ended up down here with Lilith, I had nightmares every single night for months almost years. I couldn’t fully believe they had even done it either.” Emily nodded along attentively as he spoke.
“It got to a point where I would be too afraid to sleep or leave the castle…Sometimes I often view this place as my eternal punishment that I deserved. The memory of them holding my dear Lilith from me, trying to convince her that I had poisoned her mind, and to try and see the light. To say I was furious was an understatement.” He dryly chuckled at the end as he looked up at the sky seeing the glowing ball that was heaven.
“L…Lucifer…if you had a chance to go back, would you?”
“Well…if you asked me a couple hundred or so years ago, I’d say ‘yes’ without a doubt, I’d leave this all behind for heaven in an instant … .but now…I wouldn’t trade a thing for that place. I may not exactly like my job down here but. I have found ways to make it more than bearable…” Turning back to Emily he returned the question.
“Would you?” There was a moment of silence and then a sigh.
“I-I don’t know. Of course…I miss my home, I miss what I had there, I miss the familiarity. I just now that I see what they’ve been doing. I just can’t stand for what they do or want.”
“I understand, you want what’s supposed to be your home but now it doesn’t feel like home anymore.”
“Yeah, exactly…and I-I still can’t believe Sera organized it all and the things she said.” Her voice wobbled and cracked as the memories from her dreams and the day they had exiled her came flooding in. She held onto her cup tightly, her eyes all though teary looked empty yet filled with hurt at the same time. She hadn't even noticed she was starting to hyperventilate as she stammered. Lucifer made haste to pull her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing small circles into her back. He could feel her entire body turn ice cold, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“Hey now, it's alright Emily. No one’s going to hurt you, I know you’re scared. I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He took the cup from her hands and placed it on a small table beside her, this freed her hands enough for her to hold onto him tightly as she cried.
“Why why why, why would she do this? Why would she hurt me? What did I do to deserve this?” Lucifer frowned as he listened to the heavenly princess’s sobs.
“You did nothing wrong Emily. You didn’t deserve what happened to you.” He reassured softly, Lucifer hated to see her like this. He remembered how cheerful and full of life she used to be. He remembered when she was small, she would run up to him and show him any drawings she used to make. He always cherished them too, he saw her like a daughter, she was so similar to Charlie it felt like he was holding his own daughter in his arms.
After a minute he started to hum a soft song he used to sing to Charlie when she was small. Rocking side to side while he hummed slowly, Lucifer stayed like this until he was sure she was breathing better.
“You will never be alone Emily, you will find yourself again, and you will have people there to help you.”
Just as Lucifer pulled away he magicked up a polar bear plush into Emily’s arms that gave a soft smell of peppermint.
“I know how much you like winter, so I thought you’d like this.” Looking down and seeing the teddy bear in her arms, she cracked a smile and hugged the plush noticing the scent added to it.
“Thank you, Lucifer.”
“Any time, Emily.”
#king's fanfic#king's hazbin fic#hazbin hotel fanfiction#fallen emily au#protective lucifer#charlie morningstar#vaggie#emily hazbin hotel
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art asks! for any oc you'd like
pencil, marker, crayon, charcoal, tortillon, and creative! please
Oh my god holy shit okay! I'll do Mari and Belladonna as they're my two favorite OCs I have for this blog
Pencil (Does this character have any "sketchy" habits? Have they ever broken the law?)
Belladonna- I mean, his magic literally creates poisonous plants as a side effect, although that probably doesn't count. Possibly his preference for amplifying the worst negative traits in a person?
Mari- while I don't think they've actually broken the law, I feel like they'd be the type to graffiti, if given the chance
Marker (what's one thing your character would never tattoo on themselves, even if paid a million dollars?) (Jeez this is hard because I absolutely love getting tattoos)
Belladonna- probably anything that would remind him of his origins. Daisies (his Dream) and apple blossoms specifically. the opposite response, his ideal tattoo would probably be vines.
Mari- a cage or anything representing physical constraints. Her ideal tattoo would probably be a crescent moon or something symbolic of Nightmare
Crayon (what were they like when they were four years old?)
Belladonna- he was a very curious child who tended to stick close to his twin. Some of his curiosity is still there as an adult, but buried.
Mari- the events in her AU "muted" her personality quite a bit. She was a very energetic and talkative young child.
Charcoal (Do they have any unique physical traits that are not scars or tattoos?)
Belladonna- he literally has his namesake (atropa belladonna, deadly nightshade) growing from and winding around his bones.
Mari- the butterflies in her ref are attached to her body. They seem to be at least somewhat alive, too, as they flutter and occasionally move to different parts of her head if necessary to avoid something
Tortillion (How do they "blend in" with those around them?)
Belladonna- his "social skills" are often him mimicking his twin as his twin is "more liked". And that is not always a good thing.
Mari- when her SOUL is functional, she usually "blends in" by keeping a calm attitude and a pleasant smile (although she can privately be quite the mischievous gremlin)
Creative (free space for the author)
Aaaaaaaa holy shit this was a lot of fun! And honestly working on these two OCs are some of my favorite things. Belladonna is honestly so fun to "pick his brain" to speak. As a Nightmare, he has absolutely done horrible things. He almost wrecked his universe. And yet he has a "redemption arc" in sibverse at least that involves him becoming a better person sure, but does not regret what he did. (Also the corruption actually causes him physical agony constantly but that's its own issue)
And Mari is also a lot of fun for me as well. Sibverse has very few human characters, and Mari has been through a lot. And goes through even more in the fic. (Or fics... Theres enough content I'll want to split it up into three, possibly four fics)
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Once Upon a Time season 5A thoughts
I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!
- The random girl shushing his ominous speech is so funny
- Wow he just poofed into dust
- Omg the end of excalibur is the dagger
- “Mate don’t” idk why but that is funny
- “We need someone wicked” yassss
- Omg the rose
- Wow iconic move to cut her hand off to remove the bracelet
- She is so good at manipulating everyone
- Gaslight gatekeep girlboss
- “Accent’s a bit much no?” Lol rumple
- “Out dwarves, adults only” Regina…
- “Well… you don’t look like a crocodile” why is this episode so funny
- Okay I remember really not liking Arthur and the whole Camelot plot line
- OUAT loves a memory loss plot
- Omg dark emma
- She’s got a cool look
- Not dopey turning into a tree
- OMG WHAT IS THAT THING???
- Hook: Emma look at me this isn’t you
- Of course she can’t dance
- Omg that guy is evil or something
- A demon sent from the underworld… hmmmm I feel like I know a hot guy from there
- I seriously can’t wait for 5b to see my man <3
- Omg Henry and Violet is so cute (I remember liking them together)
- He whips out the ipod lol
- This song is kind of a bop
- Omg she destroyed his village
- I guess there was a Robin fake out death before it actually happened
- Can you make the price like a dollar or something? Or does it have to be of equal value
- “WE’VE BEEN VIOLATED” lol
- “Have you thought about kissing it out?” Omg that’s so funny
- Regina is such a hypocrite
- She has done things just as bad if not worse than what Zelena did and yet she deserves redemption and Zelena doesn’t???
- “I wished him happy just not with my wife” lol
- “What’s that then” “It’s a picture from up inside Zelena” “Woah mate” I’M DYING
- Arthur is giving me Louis from Versailles vibes
- And if you’ve seen my Versailles thoughts, you know how I feel about Louis (I hate him)
- Noooo not on her birthday
- DAVID NO DON’T TRUST HIM
- Omg they kissed
- I mean, if you’re neglecting your wife it’s kinda understandable if she cheats
- “Well, there’s this girl” “Is there indeed?” Loved the delivery Killian
- “Is that your dad?” “No it’s my horse” lol
- That’s sinister, using magic to keep your wife from leaving you
- Arthur is such an asshole omg
- Omg Merida is back
- “I need you to make him brave” wow that’s what her movie is called
- Ooh that’s Merlin
- I’m pretty sure he was talking about Nimue (and she was the first dark one)
- Well that’s a way to meet the dad
- “When this kingdom is attacked by ogres” WHY IS IT ALWAYS OGRES???
- Awwww that’s cute a little date
- “Um hi milady” lol
- Not the friend zone
- This is giving me so much second hand embarrassment
- Taunting rumple with belle is the way to make him brave
- She is his courage… that’s so cute
- Love the arrow in the intro
- Wow I guess no one cares about rumple then
- Slay belle for standing up for him
- NO NOT THE CHIPPED CUP
- Please tell me they can fix it :(
- NOOOOO DON’T KILL BELLE
- I do like the idea of rumple being all heroic for her
- Omg I’m crying this is so sweet
- Zelena and Emma team up??? Iconic
- YASSSS RUMPLE
- “He’s not my sweetheart” I think he is belle ;)
- OMG SLAY RUMPLE
- “You saved me” “Actually I think you saved me” AWWWWWWWW
- “I would change everything for you” screaming
- YASSSSSS RUMPLE PULLING THE SWORD
- I’m a slut for good rumple (or just rumple in general lol)
- I do miss him having magic though
- Why is Zelena so slay all the time?
- The outfits, the acting, the trickery, 10/10
- Emma’s lucky she didn’t get the dark one skin condition
- She just got a bleach job and a new outfit
- Arthur is such a dickhead omg i can’t stand him
- Lol Rumple’s Merlin impression
- Zelena was like switched sides? Time for an outfit change
- Omg she’s going into labour
- Why does every evil person want a baby? How many dark spells require that?
- Omg the house that he picked
- “Did someone scream for a doctor?” Yasssss Dr Whale is back!
- Did he go to the same hair salon as Emma lol
- Yassss mulan is back!
- Mulan and Merida: iconic team up
- RUBY!
- So many characters I love are back this season :)
- OMG IT WAS ARTHUR
- Me anytime I see Arthur: “Dickhead”
- OMG RUMBELLE
- MY HEART
- THEY ARE SO CUTE
- Regina & co are actually so awful to Zelena about this whole baby thing
- Like I get that it’s Robin’s baby but it’s hers too
- And I’m pretty sure being away from the mother is bad for a baby’s development
- Like at least let her visit with supervision
- I guess when you become the dark one you immediately know how to use magic
- Ok I guess they are letting her see her baby
- SHE CAME TO THE WELL
- NOOOOOOOO
- Was not expecting the break up part 2 :(
- Me sobbing
- How is she pregnant in 5b though???
- They must get together by the end of 5a
- Catch me opening the underworld portal so I can see my man <3
- The visual of all the dark ones sitting in the boat together is so funny to me
- It’s giving summer camp vibes
- “The underworld is worse than you could possibly imagine” uhhhh no rumple my true love is there so I think it’s pretty great
- Awwww rumple sending her to see the world
- NOOOOOO RUMPLE IS MARKED
- That’s actually so vile to send her away so she literally CANNOT SEE HER BABY
- Slay move by hook
- Rip (until he gets resurrected)
- Belle didn’t leave!
- THEY’RE KISSING
- YASSSSSSS
- And the baby was conceived ;)
- Rumple being the dark one again, kinda slay
- Kind of bad for his redemption arc though
- “I will always find you” we love a good iconic line
- I am so excited to see Hades!!! Love of my life (and death)
How I feel about the characters this season
Love: RUMPLE (10/10 character development), Belle, Zelena, Dr Whale, Merida
Like: Emma, Hook, Mulan, Ruby, Nimue (idk she’s kinda cool)
Neutral: Snow, David, Merlin, Guinevere, Henry
Dislike: Regina, Robin
Hate: Arthur
Season rating: 6/10
Firstly, I HATE ARTHUR AND I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL HE’S DEAD. I don’t care for the Camelot arc, but I do like dark Emma and Rumple got some really good character development (even though he went back to being the dark one). I also like Merida and it was nice to see Ruby, Dr Whale, and Mulan again. Gets an extra 0.5 for setting up my absolute favourite arc in the show (the underworld)
#ouat thoughts#once upon a time season 5a#once upon a time#ouat 5a#once upon a time season 5#emma swan#zelena mills#zelena#zelena ouat#regina mills#killian jones#captain swan#rumplestiltskin#belle french#rumbelle#ruby lucas#ouat mulan#ouat merida#dr whale#outlaw queen#ouat camelot#dark swan#the dark one#henry mills
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so thoughts on the ted lasso finale since you reblogged to say you enjoyed it.
i'm going to put them undercut just cause it will contain spoilers!! but yes, i did like and enjoy the finale.
so my thoughts on the ted lasso finale, why I enjoyed it and why I felt the majority of the characters ended up where they should be.
so first let's address ted because so many people didn't like the fact he went back to kansas and left his found family just for henry. I saw loads of people say it was very out of character for ted but I got to disagree.
in s2 we found out that a lot of ted's issues and struggles stemed from the fact his father committed suicide when he was only 16 and that resulted in him feeling like his father abandoned him.
with ted having carried that all his life I understand why he felt he needed to go home to be with his son and be more active in his life. he never wanted henry to feel like he had abandoned him and so he went home to be with him even if it meant sacrificing his life in richmond. ted put his son first. and yes, it's nice to think 'well Henry could come to England' but realistically, to uproot his life like that and take him away from everyone in his life would be a lot for a teenager to go through.
Now let's talk about Rebecca.
I know loads of people are angry about tedbecca, which personally I don't ship so maybe that changes my opinion but I generally don't think the fact them two not getting together spoilt her story or her arc.
To me, the entire arc of Rebecca was for her to finally stop caring about Rupert and what he thinks, to get out of his hold and actually realise how much she loves and care for the club.
And she did that, she stopped caring about beating rupert and cared about the team instead. she realised how much good she had done with the club and how important it was to her and how important she was to the club.
That was her story arc done, and to me it was satisfying.
I know tedbecca shippers are upset and yes it sucks when your ship doesn't happen but to me there was no way they could have worked. ted needed to go back to henry, and rebecca needed to stay. imagine how angry everyone would have been if rebecca gave it all up to be with ted. just look how much everyone hates ross & rachel for the exact same reason.
So the roy/jamie/keeley part.
So this was maybe the part i was least happy about but also I don't think it was that bad.
I loved roy & keeley and it sucked so much that they didn't end up together but I do feel that was best for the characters at this moment.
they broke up because roy didn't feel worthy and then he did nothing to help change that mindset. we finally saw him making strides in the last few minutes and i do feel he needs to sort himself out before him & keeley give it another go because at the moment nothing has changed.
I also kinda liked that Keeley ended up single, for the entire series she's pretty much always had a partner. I like that she's decided to focus on her career for a while.
Sure it would've been nice if they had done the previous two bullets throughout season 3 but they didn't, and I think they are important for the relationship to work.
Now jamie, i do largely want to ignore the comment he made about keeley because he's made the best character progress of the season and I love him. at the same time, while the comment was out of line, i do sort of think it's on brand. a lot of the roy/jamie friendship is based on trying to out do each other and I just don't think jamie thought before he spoke which I also thought was on brand for jamie. that said I don't agree with the stuff he said.
I still love jamie and i don't think that one comment ruins his entire redemption.
other stuff.
I was really happy colin got to kiss his fella even if we all saw it coming. i've really enjoyed his storyline and I thought it was done well.
I am really pleased with where the team ended up at the end of the season.
I loved that sam got to play for nigeria.
i've seen a few people say they hated that nate didn't really move forward, especially as he came back to richmond as a kitman. but i felt this was the whole point of his story. he reached the top and it sucked for him, he lost everything but then realised that actually, that didn't matter anyway.
YES for roy kent as manager.
a little gutted they didn't end up winning the whole fucking thing.
happy with where trent crimm ended up.
loved that beard stayed but not so much that he married jane.
i think that covers everything but come talk to me about anything you want regarding the final.
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Dearest Ewe 1
Redemption Au
“-and that’s all I have to report, My goddess Fernilla”
Moses the lamb kneeled in front of his goddess. The Hare looks down at her humble servant, a white haired Ram with a missing horn and a scarred ear. He has just returned from securing their cult, the white Wings. He is littered in cuts and bruises but he still stands strong infront of his goddess.
“Excellent. Head to the infirmary. You are dismissed”
He gets up to leave but then his goddess stops him.
“You have been returning from your crusades with more injuries lately. Sounds like you enjoy your time at the infirmary”
She smirked. He turns to her.
“I do not enjoy my time there. But there is a lamb with pink hair. I guess I fancy her”
“Ah, I see. Well, I’ll keep that in mind for later. Your dismissed”
She said and Moses left. He walks through the village. People usually avoid his gaze or hide from him entirely. He is, after all, the goddesses right hand man. He makes his way into the infirmary.
“A-ah. Moses, it’s good to see you again.”
“I need to get patched up”
“I’m sure you do. Riley, can you-“
“I want Noelle”
“Yes, but Noelle is busy with two other patients-“
“Then give them to the Riley girl. I demand to be treated by her”
“…okay…”
She turns around from her desk and looks at the other free people working. Noelle had her hands full bandaging the patient.
“Noelle, I’m gonna have you come take care of Moses”
You can see Noelle take a sigh and then apologize to her patient. They understand as Riley takes over. Moses was already sitting in the bench waiting for her.
“Took you long enough. Such terrible service.”
He said. Noelle usually doesn’t bother to speak to him. The only thing that comes out of his mouth are insults. She doesn’t entertain them, she just gets straight to work. She cleans his wounds, pulls out any debris in them, adds medicine to them and patched them up. He had multiple.
“You’re going fast. You’re trying to get rid of me?”
He said with all seriousness, but Noelle was almost done. She saves her energy for her other patients. She applied the last bandage and stood up.
“Alright, you are all patched up. Please be careful next time, Moses”
She gets up to throw away the old bloody cloths and he grabs her wrist.
“I don’t appreciate you ignoring me, Noelle. You know, I think you don’t like me…is that true?”
Before Noelle could answer, a patient comes in screaming. It was a little one. She dashed over to them, breaking Moses’s grasp.
“Oh no! What happened little guy?”
“He scratched his leg pretty deep! He wanted to be treated by his favorite nurse!”
Noelle takes him in his arms and puts him on a bench. She goes through the process a lot slower with him. Moses notices angrily.
“-and let’s get you a bandage for this. What color you want, Champ? Green or blue?”
“Blue!”
She said as she stuck a blue bandaid on his leg. Moses hated that she would rather allocate all of her time to others. He hated the fact that she wouldn’t talk to him or go out of her way to talk to him, he hates how he talks to others with a sweet and loving voice and he hates how much easier it is for others to talk, chat, and even flirt with her. It sickens him.
But at the same time, he loves her for that. He loves how kind and caring she is with others, how she smiles and laughs with other followers and just how beautiful she is in general. Sure, they’re both lambs, but something irritates him when another male walks up to her and can make her laugh.
“I should be the only one who can make her laugh…only me…”
He thought as he leaves the clinic. Walking back to his home, wondering how he can get her to love him…
TBC
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As the FFT goes on how does Monkey king and the others deal with the morality of the kids? Like do Xiaotian , Xiaojiao , Bai Hei and the other mortals take the immortality / have their names erased from the book of death or do they end up passing away as Ma's wife did?
This also applies to Monkey king and the generals if they ever re-enter the reincarnation cycle at the end of the au .
(also please do refer to the Fruit Twins version of the Host as little Gao or Clementine/Clem, i don't vibe with the Bai He nick n so referin to Clem as such confuses me at best and pisses me off at worst- just a quick psa!)
but for a serious answer: this hasn't been considered even once yet because death of any of the mortals is So far away that in doesn't really matter in the current time of FT. right now, I'd rather focus on the very reason behind the au's existence in the first place: addressing psychological issues and struggles of the characters with a realistic leaning approach (or just my own approach, i guess)
not even the FT!s3 is completely planned out yet, not to mention i still have characters i want to dive deeper into such as Long Xiaojiao, Sha Dali, the Blood Moons, chef Zhu & Tang shifu, Jin & Yin and the Spider gang
currently my attention is mostly kind of on Sun Wukong and the Seaside season which is supposed to address HIS issues to finally give Him some kind of help since he pretty much plays a supporting character in s3 to Six's n sorta Ma's arcs n dodges any other attempts of others at taking him to therapy for himself. Sun Wukong is SUCH an important character- he is supposed to pretty much make up the second half of the au as one of the gods dammed twins, but so far i've been only posting about Six Ear and His process thru redemption- and yet i don't really have... as Much for him as i would like especially when comparing him to Six
but to actually somewhat try n address ur question: Xiaojiao is a lóng so she has a long life before her. Xiaotian is pumped by the Sun Wukong Essence™ which lengthens his life a lot. Little Gao has pretty much inherited the White Bone Spirit's attributes including some kind of immortality n even if/when she dies she will probably be forced to come back as a bone demon (her whole situation is pretty much a curse. her dads ain't safe from mortality tho). Chef Zhu as a yaoguai also has a long life before him, Sha Dali is the ACTUAL Sha Wujing in FT therefore functionally immortal as a funky arhat and Tang is most vulnerable to mortality
BUT because of the society workin as a mix of humans And yaoguai, there's been a lot of changes done to both of those "species". yaoguai mature faster and, surprise surprise, humans age slower. Tang can live for over well 150 years without much of a sweat and the lengthening is constantly being perfected, so who knows how long he will be able to stick around from the aging perspective. and with Six for a husband, he's safe as hell from most dangers since Six is very protective n unlike canon Mac totally equal to Sun Wukong when it comes to power level
Kokoro (Ma's late wife) died because in her time, yaoguai simply weren't accepted by the society so openly yet- the co-existing was incredibly new and yaoguai weren't allowed into medical fields n such (there was a good long discrimination against them but like considerin yaoguai r largely known for being human-eaters n for doin all kinds of terrible stuff to humans that is no wonder. also nobody dare to aliken this to any real life discriminations this is incredibly different. sayin just to make sure -squint-)
as far as the already immortal monkeys go, there ain't no plans for them re-entering the cycle of reincarnation n i don't see any reason for any of them to do that kinda thing. Ba and Beng have been married and stupidly cute together for about 6000 years now n hardly want to stop any time, Six is scared SHITLESS of dying, Sun Wukong is going to get help for his suicidal thoughts and resume his enlightenment journey (since he hasn't reached the level of Buddha in FT) and Ma is the MOST likely to choose to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation but the chances of that are so fucking slim cuz she is too pissy and spiteful to kick the bucket
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Omg you’re writing a fic about the social network?? 👀 Do you have a tag I could look through/any little drabbles you maybe have shared? (It’s okay if you don’t I’m just really excited because I didn’t know! Thank you for all you do and please don’t feel pressured/feel bad if you don’t have a tag or anything like that)
omg i .... didn't think a lot of people would be interested in that. so, no... i don't have a tag for it, but i should?? i will. i'm actually working on a playlist for it rn so i might share that soon 👀👀👀 if y'all are interested haha.
but essentially, it's a post-movie you've got mail au where mark and eduardo anonymously reconnect through a dating app and when mark realises that it's eduardo he's speaking to, he gets his redemption arc on 💪🏻💪🏻 i'm 44k into this beast and i'm having a total blast with it.
but yeah i can find a snippet for you (its still very first-drafty so apologies for typos) :
“I just think it’s been ten years, Mark,” Karen Zuckerberg insists and she never met one of her children’s issues she didn’t want to dig into like an archaeological site, until she finds the bones and can point at them. “Surely it’s time to talk to him and fix this thing between you two.”
“I do talk to Eduardo,” Mark hisses and it’s such a filthy lie he’d almost be impressed by his own audacity if he wasn’t so used to lying about Eduardo.
No, he doesn’t think about Eduardo at all.
No, he doesn’t miss him.
No, he doesn’t sometimes wish he could have done things differently.
No, he wasn’t jealous of that bitch Christy and her perfectly manicured fingers digging deep into Eduardo’s bicep when they’d all go out for drinks, celebrating being young and successful on the back of Mark’s brilliance.
No, he never got distracted while coding by the sliver of skin between Eduardo’s hands and the cuffs of his black shirt.
No, he never imagined wrapping his fingers around those wrists, pressing them down against Eduardo’s twin bed, keeping him still and his.
“Mark –”
“We had a perfectly civil conversation about the weather in Berlin last time and that’s one of Wardo’s special interests so you know it wasn’t just idle chitchat,” he argues triumphantly.
He doesn’t add the fact that it was a group conversation and all Mark did was drink his mimosa, eyes pointedly avoiding Eduardo’s slim figure perfectly kissed by a designer suit while he felt underdressed in a slack and shirt combo that Lucy had to bribe him to wear with the promise of one full week without complaining about his diet.
“Well, you know what I think,” his mother says.
“Do I ever,” Mark mumbles.
“Mark Zuckerberg, do not give me that kind of attitude. You might be worth billions of dollars but I am still your mother and just because the conversation is veering towards uncomfortable does not give you the right to be disrespectful. This might fly with your employees and your California people but I won’t have it in my house.”
Mark rolls his eyes, relieved she can’t see him. He doesn’t point out the fact that he’s not in her house right now, doesn’t point out the fact that she started it by poking into his business. Instead, he just waits, knowing she isn’t done.
“It wouldn’t kill you to apologise,” she insists predictably like she has many times before.
“Trust me, mom. Eduardo doesn’t want an apology,” Mark says, heart squeezing painfully in his chest.
There is no amount of sincere apology that Mark could give that would ever erase what he did. There is no version of this story where he gets to atone for his sins, no penance good enough. He has long made peace with that fact.
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Consequences of Karrnath Session 36
An Impossible Redemption
Our Players this week:
Dagne, Redemption Paladin, party leader, an undead soldier created by the Odakyr Rites, but has a soul. They are a Seeker sworn to protect the living. Has a skeleton horse mount from Find Steed named Coffin. Can be abrasive and dishonest, but they are ultimately kind.
Nux, Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, a young teen Marcher who escaped an imposed warlock pact and is now discovering their own innate magic. Their personas are Murlo, a preteen orc girl, Orim, a young adult elf boy, and Vel, an adult tiefling enby. They hold a lot of anger and anxiety and they struggle against authority.
Vaeren, Gloomstalker Ranger, a blind former Deathguard. They were initially sent to investigate Dagne, but instead started dating them. They’re contemplative and disciplined, helping Dagne keep the party in line.
Evakhal, Zealot Barbarian, a mysterious half-orc Gaash’kala who joined the party due to his visions of the future where they stop a powerful servant of an Overlord. He’s generally optimistic and supportive of the party’s efforts.
River, Swashbuckler Rogue, a shifter Flamist hired by Vaeren to help the party find and rescue Dagne. She’s in it for the money but has become suspicious of the mission upon learning Dagne is a Mabaran undead.
Nux steps between Vaeren and Dagne. They focus for a moment, then collapse backwards into Vaeren, their eyes flash different colors rapidly. Dagne drops to the ground as well. Recovered from her shock at seeing Dagne still alive, River comes in with her sword drawn, but Vaeren blocks them with their own blade. “Would you let me pass?” River asks. Andrev raises his bardiche at her. Ev places a hand on Vaeren’s shoulder. “No. No I won’t,” Vaeren responds, “now listen. Nux fell unresponsive. From the sounds of it, they also fell unresponsive. You need to take a step back.”
“I don’t understand why you’re defending it,” River says, “it tried to kill you while you were knocked out. A couatl sent me to protect you and the party. I must destroy it.” River turns to Ev for backup, who looks at Vaeren with concern and asks, “are you sure we can trust Dagne anymore?” Everyone pauses for a long moment, not because of reconsidering, but because they’re grasping for a good argument. Andrev is the first to speak up, “I do owe Dagne my life, so you’ll have to take that before you make any attempts to kill them.” River faces him with pity, “you have been deceived by a demon from Mabar. It is not a person.” Ev answers his own question, “Dagne can’t be trusted anymore.” “Why?” Andrev asks. “We’re waiting for them to be conscious again,” Vaeren insists, “there’s no talk about it. Nux is doing something. If they can help Dagne come back I’m not losing that chance. Andrev, would you restrain Dagne and sit them against a tree please?” “Okay,” he does so.
River isn’t done, “would you explain your confidence in it? I believe it is unsafe to allow Nux to engage with the demon directly. What if they are also compromised? We should end this now.” “Look, if you kill Dagne while Nux is in there, you could kill Nux. That, inside that place, was not Dagne. Dagne is not dismissive towards people. We need Dagne to come back. I don’t care how much we trust them. If Dagne does not come back, then we’ll see what we need to do. For now, leave them alone. I do not wish to fight you.” “If that happens, we won’t discuss it. The couatl sent me to protect you. I will destroy it.” “We are going to wait for them to regain consciousness,” Andrev says firmly to back Vaeren up, “too risky otherwise. Even if it’s not Dagne, it’s too risky to Nux. I decided a long time ago I wouldn’t be party to this kid’s death.” “Neither will I. I am concerned by your loyalty to this creature of Mabar though.” The argument stalled, Vaeren goes to stand by Dagne, joined by Ev and Andrev. River leans against a tree, sword ready, close enough to spring.
Nux and Dagne stand in front of the open castle gates, where Nux had paused. “It’s your head,” they say, “should we go or not?” “This part is not me. Let’s proceed,” Dagne replies. The two walk into the empty castle, down a black stone hallway. It’s bare, no windows, no tapestries, only occasional locked doors. The two walk for an interminable length of time, but both get the sense that the hallway will end eventually. Then it does. The two find themselves standing in a doorway to a throne room, a crowd of over a hundred corpses standing before them, obscuring the throne at the other end of the hallway. Closest to them are three corpses. Nux drops Dagne’s hand, holds their nose, and approaches. The closest one is Tairil, the halves of her being held upright by wispy shadows. Beyond her is Umashi, stabbed through the chest, and a human cultist Nux does not recognize, but remembers from the battle in the Eldeen.
Dagne is frozen at the entrance to the throne room. Realizing they weren’t followed, Nux walk back over to Dagne and places their hands on their shoulders. “Okay, you gotta listen to me for one. Don’t do no hero shit. I’m going, don’t come when I scream,” Nux pats Dagne’s shoulders and then turns to head into the room. This breaks their paralysis, and they follow, “absolutely not.” Nux turns on them, annoyed, “oh, look who’s back to being Mrs. Bossy. Why don’t you, for once in your life, listen to me?” “I am listening to you, but I’m not going to obey you.” Nux sighs and rubs the bridge of their nose, “alright but you gotta stay at least five feet behind me. You gotta pretend I have plague.” Dagne shrugs, “alright. Let’s see what’s going on.”
The two walk through a dense crowd of corpses, having to push them out of the way. Nux tries not to look at their faces, instead fixing their eyes at torso level. Still, they see battle uniforms and armor, Cyran green tabards, Tairnidal in torn battle veils, a fully plated templar in bright silvered armor, a group of Darguul mercenaries, goblins riding wargs and bugbears with their heads smashed in. Then there are the pockets of civilians, people in plain clothing mixed in with the mass of soldiers. Nux ignores them too. They bump into a changeling, grey hand holding a woodcutter’s axe, and this gives them pause. “I’m sorry,” Dagne says, “I didn’t want you to see this.” Nux doesn’t say a thing, continuing on.
Eventually, the crowd thins a bit and there are no more civilians ahead. Then, Dagne and Nux break free, only a sparse few remaining between them and the throne. The last person’s fatal wound is a stab through the throat, the serial killed whom Almante had fought, Dagne’s first kill. Nux draws their dagger and places a hand on their wand, while Dagne draws their poleaxe. Before them, sitting on the throne, is a human man, wearing Dagne’s armor and a leather ring. Nux does not recognize him.
“Stop wearing that face,” Dagne practically growls. “Why would I do this?” The Bone King replies in a voice that is no longer Iura Josan’s, “I take it you’re uncomfortable seeing what you’ve wrought.” “Of course I am. Give me my body back. Now.” “For what purpose?” Nux points their dagger at the demon, “oh, it’s not yours.” “Do you think I mind this?” “Of course not, you glorkk,” Nux says, using a Daelkyr word which roughly translates to ‘piece of slime beneath my foot.’ The Bone King seemingly does not care about the slight. “If you don’t give the body back, I’ll take it,” Dagne warns. “Why? Do you really think your mission for redemption will be successful? There’s no coming back from what you see here.” Dagne’s grip on their poleaxe tightens, “that’s not the point. I’m not trying to make things right. I am choosing to do the right thing now. That’s different. I can never be forgiven and that’s okay. I just have to stop you.”
Iura Josan’s face suddenly withers into the visage of a pale man, and the Bone King responds in the voice of a dying breath, “nobility means nothing without the power to fight for those ideals, and the simple truth is I’m more powerful than you.” “Then why do you hide behind the face of a dead man?” Nux asks. “This body limits me somewhat,” the Bone King admits, “not enough to prevent my victory here though.” “If you’re so sure of your victory, you would have no reason not to fight me. You’re scared,” Dagne says. Suddenly, a copy of Dagne’s poleaxe materializes in the Bone King’s hand, it stands and lowers its visor, “and so we will fight.” Purple light glows around the Bone King, menacingly. Dagne turns to Nux, “stay out of this. Flee my mind if it looks like it’ll win.” Nux says nothing.
Dagne approaches, starting to trade swings. The Bone King is fast, unnaturally so, but Dagne manages to clip it with an overhead swing. That’s enough. Red light explodes out from the hit, burning the demon significantly. Immediately, it slows, and Dagne is able to sweep their hammer around and knock it again, then reverse and strike it with the end of their weapon. Dagne gets a sense that the Bone King was not lying when it said their body limited it, but is still cautious in case it was a trick. Meanwhile, Nux focuses in on the Bone King, calling upon their innate power to lift it into the air. Nothing happens, there’s a barrier they cannot get beyond. Frustrated, they decide to switch from physical to mental magic, striking the Bone King with psychic barbs. To their chagrin, it’s Dagne who’s hit, stumbling a bit. They realize that in this place, they cannot target one and not the other, that this is a point of mental overlap.
Fortunately, their misstep does not cause Dagne to lose ground. They come in against the Bone King, who, recovered, locks their weapons’ poles together. Dagne pulls their weapon free and bashes it in the face with a shortened strike and another smite. It stumbles backward and avoids another sweep. Then, suddenly, the scene changes. Dagne and the Bone King ride towards each other on Coffin. The Bone King thrusts his poleaxe into Dagne’s chest, throwing them from their own horse, purple light enveloping and burning them as they fall. As they rise, the Bone King passes again and knocks them over with a powerful bludgeon and smite, then strikes at their visor with the butt of its weapon, the purple light streaming through their eye slits and temporarily blinding them.
Pained, burned by the Bone King’s fell smites, Dagne stands. They know they can’t take another hit. This is it, they will lose. The Bone King is more powerful than them, just as it had warned. Dagne tightens their grip on their weapon, steeling themselves to shout to Nux, “get out of here! Now!” Horrified, Nux does not obey, instead mentally scrambling for something, anything, they can do without also harming Dagne. Then they become aware of the presence of Belashyrra, still watching them. Nux reaches out with their mind, forming a telepathic bond, and are instantly they’re overwhelmed by a torrent of thoughts. It’s watching, it won’t stop watching them, make it look away, stop, please stop looking, it’s looking, it’s looking! Nux grits their teeth, knowing instinctively they made a terrible decision, and speaks. “Belashyrra, please. I will be in your service. I will be a vessel of your will. Just, do something.” That’s the last thought they have before their mind is fractured, painfully, shattering in an instant. Mercifully, they lose all consciousness.
Dagne sees Nux vanish, a small relief when they’re still engaging the Bone King. They’re at the end of their ability, they need to heal themselves, but doing so would give the demon an opportunity to finish them. The scene shifts again, Dagne becoming a young Almante, and the Bone King becoming the serial killer of Karrlakton. It’s a taunt. No, a distraction. A trick. Then they realize what this actually means. Dagne stabs the serial killer, the Bone King, red light smiting the throwing him back. The scene reverts to the throne room as Dagne cracks it in the chest with another burst of magic, knocking it down. “How?” The Bone King asks. Dagne has no reason to give a genuine response, “I’m built different.” They come around, jabbing the Bone King with the butt of their weapon with another glowing impact. It’s thrown into the castle wall, breaking through, The body disappears as it falls. The castle begins to crumble. Dagne stares out the hole in the wall. Outside, the skeletons are alive once again, turning on their dark angel overseers with farming tools for weapons. They feel strange, that magic, the sudden burst of power, feels like it was their own. The Bone King made the mistake of showing them exactly how powerful they are. There is hardly time to consider the implications.
Suddenly, Nux begins to convulse, eyes flashing even more rapidly. Ev and Vaeren rush to them, hovering over them and unsure what to do. River’s eyes go wide as they look between Nux and Dagne, and she announces, “I’m going to stop this, now.” Andrev steps in front of her, “we are going to wait for Dagne to regain consciousness.” Vaeren, making a snap decision, decides to heal Nux. They wake and sit up, breathing heavily, then turn to Ev. It’s watching them, it’s there, behind his eyes, it sees them, it’s watching! Nux screams and scratches at his face, scrambling backwards. They bump into Vaeren and turn on them. There is nothing behind their dead eyes. Shaking, Nux curls up and tries to ignore everyone seeing them, muttering in Daelkyr and clawing at one of their own eyes.
Vaeren grabs Nux’s wrists and pulls them close, terrified for them. Ev approaches again and bends down, making eye contact with them, “what happened?” Nux pauses, their own eyes shifting to have pupils and irises, then prompt kicks him in the face, screaming. Ev stumbles back, more confused than hurt. River points at the crazed Nux, imploring Andrev, “Dagne would not have done this, from what I understand. This is not Dagne. This is a demon. Let me destroy it.” Andrev does not glance over, he points his bardiche forward, “we’re going to wait until Dagne regains consciousness.” “Stop being stubborn and pay attention to this situation,” she urges.
When the Bone King’s castle is reduced to rubble around them, Dagne wakes up. They find themselves tied to a tree, and they look around the area in confusion, seeing Vaeren holding Nux. They hardly notice River and Andrev facing off. “Did Nux make it out okay?” They ask, concerned. When Nux hears their voice, they suddenly stop. Andrev turns towards Dagne, lowering his head. River steps past him, “don’t play dumb, demon!” They ignore her, straining against the ropes. “River,” Vaeren yells, “if you touch that skeleton I will personally ensure you don’t make it out of these woods!” She pauses and then looks at Ev, “this is the will of the Silver Flame. Help me.” He stands still in utter confusion.
Nux calmly speaks, saying unrecognizable words in Daelkyr, then, something Vaeren recognizes as their name, with strange pronunciation, “Vieran.” They’re staring at Dagne, River, and Andrev. Vaeren is frozen for a second, unsure what they’re supposed to do, then responds quietly, “help Dagne. Try not to kill her.” They release Nux. Nux’s head snaps up and they stand and walk, swaying a bit. They begin to shapeshift into a brand new form, growing tall and cracking as they stretch, tearing clothes and muscles. Their hair grows, their teeth are jagged, and their mouth widens. One arm is much longer than the other, and their bones and joints jut out from their skin. They approach River threatening, standing directly over a frozen Andrev, growling at her. “Oh Khyber!” She shouts in alarm, turning her blade on Nux.
They begin laughing, the sound somewhere between mirth and a scream as Nux sees Belashyrra behind River’s eyes. It’s watching them still. Their own irises grow to block out the whites of their eyes as they fix their gaze intently on River, who backs up a step. “Nux! Stop it!” Dagne shouts, concealing the quaver in their voice. Nux does stop laughing, freezing for just a second, then lunges for River. Ev runs to block them, but they’re too quick, falling over her and trying to bite her throat out. River has her sword up and stabs, skewering Nux through the stomach.
Dagne screams and breaks the ropes binding them. Ev picks up Nux and hurries them back to Vaeren for healing. As their wound closes, Ev quickly ties them up. Dagne reaches them. Ev leans down to ask, “what’s wrong?” It’s watching them from behind his eyes, so Nux lunges forward and tries to bite him. He repeats the question but they only growl in response. “Alright,” Vaeren says, “that’s enough. Ev, you need to stop asking. Nux, stop attacking.” Nux obliges, but turns to growl at Vaeren instead. Words fail Dagne as they approach, “Nux.”
Fearing what will happen when this deranged party remembers she exists, River turns and runs away. Andrev the Wolf lets her go, watching the confrontation with Nux. “Do not growl at him” Vaeren is saying, “I understand you’re stressed and something is happening but I need you to stop.” Amazingly, Nux stops, looking at Dagne and straining against their bonds. “Dagne, what happened?” Ev asks. “I don’t know,” they say, approaching Nux. Nux smiles, and Dagne touches their shoulder gently. “It’s okay. I will protect you. You don’t have to protect me anymore.” Nux lays their head on Dagne’s hand. Slowly, they untie Nux, holding one of their hands and helping them stand up. Nux towers above them in their monstrous form. “Can you return to normal form, please?” Dagne asks as gently as possible. They oblige, joints cracking as they return to normal height and shape, mostly. They retain their long hair, which falls over their eyes. Exhausted, they lean into Dagne’s shoulder.
Deciding it’s safe to do so, Andrev approaches. “What… Six! What happened? At least you’re all alive but Nux has been touched by the Fury apparently.” Nobody has a good answer for him, and the party resolves to just finish their interrupted rest and worry about it after getting some sleep. Dagne sits by Nux, making sure they get some rest. Once everyone is definitely asleep, Vaeren approaches them.
For a while, the two sit in silence, then Vaeren says, “glad to have you back, but what in Khyber happened? How long were you conscious in that building for?” “Shortly before you arrived, the Ministry necromancers did something to place the demon in control. The power of the magic drained their lives, along with the demon animating the pale man.” “So that’s why they were dead. Does that mean the demon can’t come back into control without some sort of magic? That means you should stay in control for a while, if so. That clears up a bit.” “I believe that’s the case. It seems Nux’s intervention is what allowed me to seize back control. I can’t be sure if the… demon is still in there. While I was in my mind, I think I killed it, though that seems impossible since I’m still here.” “Well, at least you’re back now. That’s all I care for.”
Vaeren pauses for a moment before adding, “but damn, River was annoying,” they sigh, “whatever, that doesn’t matter. She’s gone.” Dagne looks over at Vaeren, “I can’t blame her for what she did. She had no context. I would do the same.” “Yeah yeah, I guess you’re right, but still,” Vaeren trails off, leaning against Dagne. They sigh in response, “I’m so tired.” “You have every right to be. You’ve been through a lot.” “I won’t get to rest until this is over.” “Then we should get through this. You deserve every bit of a break.” Dagne hugs Vaeren and sighs again, “I wish I could sleep.” “I’m sorry you can’t. I wish there was a good way to fix that.”
Dagne looks down at the sleeping Nux, their own issues suddenly seeming small. “I don’t know what to do for Nux. I don’t even know what happened. I don’t think the bo- the demon targeted them. Its attention was entirely on me.” Vaeren pauses a moment at Dagne’s slip, then responds, “well, whatever happened, I hope its repercussions don’t last for too long. Though we should try to find a way to fix this. For now, you should stay with Nux and keep them with you, they seem to be attached to you. I’ll walk with Syv… not really looking to be lead by Ev.”
Dagne pauses, then has an idea, “let’s take them to the Arcane Institute in Atur.” “Sounds good, but you’ll need to keep Nux calm until then. I’m putting extreme emphasis on that for a reason. Ev trying to help is getting him injured. I don’t want Nux going after him again, or Syv.” “Don’t worry, I’ll keep them away from Nux.” “No,” Vaeren sounds a bit angry, “I need you to keep Nux away from them. I’ll hande Syv and Ev.” “Understood.” “I’m not kidding,” Vaeren says sharply, “you can’t hide from a conversation with me anymore. Now, I’m going back to the others. I love you.” Dagne is quiet, embarrassed by Vaeren’s sudden callout.
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Highlights:
Was that a Moon Knight reference?! Yes. Yes the corpse room was a Moon Knight reference.
Dagne realizing the Bone King was just as powerful as them while sharing their body, and then using that knowledge to realize they’ve not reached their full potential, is chef kiss. Out of character, I didn’t realize smiting multiple times a turn was RAW. Lmao.
Nux took 127 psychic damage when they telepathically linked to Belashyrra. Their hit point maximum is 64. They almost died and it wasn’t even worth it. D:
Ev trying to help out Nux was hilarious. Dude just kept getting attacked and did not try to stop.
Poor River, from her point of view the party is a group of maniacs being led by a Mabaran demon. She didn’t even collect her pay. If it sucks, hit the bricks!
Vaeren calling out Dagne for not being forthcoming with them was juicy, I am looking forward to them being more assertive in the relationship.
This session was mostly just people being mad at each other and it was hilarious.
Andrev being loyal to Dagne even while River was telling him they were a demon was iconic.
Session 37.
#the moon knight reference was more topical while the game was ongoing#dnd#d&d#dnd campaign#d&d campaign#dnd story#d&d story#dungeons and dragons#my post#my writing#consequences of karrnath#eberron#dagne#vaeren#river#nux#evakhal#session 36
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The Red Thread Tarot Spread
Had some interest in the tarot symbolism in my fanfic The Red Thread so I figured I'd share this fun six-card tarot spread I made a bit back. You can use this for yourself or for a character (sidenote: tarot is a LOVELY way to develop characters or create storylines).
I. The Thread: What deep connection supports you?
II. The Devil: What should you protect?
III. The Hound: What are you searching for?
IV. The White Coat: What challenge are you avoiding?
V. The Ferryman: What can your shadows teach you?
VI. The Zookeeper: "Can I give you some advice?"
As an example, below the cut I’ve done a reading for TRT's protagonist.
(Deck: the Oriens tarot. Please pardon the bad lighting, my usual well lit area has had all the furniture packed up)
I. The Thread: the Judgement card, a cicada offering up its old shell. As the sole Major Arcana card in the reading, this will influence all the other cards. And it’s quite fitting considering her subject number is 20, chosen for this card specifically. The Judgement card isn't just about judgement. It's also about rebirth and redemption. The old life we lived has come to an end, and now we have a new beginning. This is very much a Matt card—the person who's leading her into a new life and believes so very strongly in redemption, as well as the connection she values the most. Additionally, the image of the resurrected cicada carries shades of her giving up her old life so that she can find a new life with Matt. This thread, connection, and love she has with Matt is transformative, and it is changing everything in her life for the better, which I think is beautiful and something I definitely wanted to touch on in TRT.
II. The Devil: the Knight of Cups, a bird of paradise rising. There are a fair number of possible meanings with this—proposals, good news, etc—but I think in this case, it refers to gentleness, affections (traditionally of a romantic nature), vibrant emotion, and diplomacy. This reads as a Hound-related warning to me. Our dear girl needs to make sure she protects her ability to feel emotions and her diplomatic skills, and practice caution when retreating into the Hound mentality. Also fitting as the Devil would well understand and give the message of, "protect your humanity". The image of a vibrant bird of paradise here would depict the bright and warm emotion that needs protecting, especially as part of her rebirth and redemption (Judgement card).
III. The Hound: the Four of Cups, in which a nautilus ignores three golden cups. One of the meanings of the Four of Cups is missed opportunities. Anyone who's read TRT knows just how many normal experiences and relationships our Reader/Jane has missed out on. Not just relationships, but a home, too. I read this as her searching for every opportunity she was forced to pass by, with the shell of the nautilus nicely representative of the hard shell she had to grow to protect herself. And in her new home, she’ll likely find it as a part of this new life she’s forming (Judgement).
IV. The White Coat: Ace of Cups, an otter floating along while holding a chalice and surrounded by lilies. HEY LOOK, THIS ONE IS NEW RELATIONSHIPS AND LOVING CONNECTION. Obviously Reader/Jane is repressed and has been too afraid to form loving connections for years, and this has been a recurring theme in TRT. So in this, she's being directed to keep going and expand even further. Part of her transformation (Judgement).
V. The Ferryman: Knight of Wands, a dolphin with a scepter hey look Ciro likes the ocean and is a ruler. This is a card of bold action, of letting nothing stop you, of motivation and of leaping forward to chase your goals. In this case, I think Ciro the card is reminding Jane that when she escaped, there was no way for her to plan for everything. When the moment came in which she could escape, she had to simply take that leap and let nothing stand in her way. She likes to rely on plans, but as her terrible past has shown her, sometimes it's time to stop thinking and start acting, especially when the stakes are high (her personal transformation, re: Judgement).
VI: The Zookeeper: King of Pentacles, a mighty, powerful golden bull above a pentacle. (Foggy: "So I'm a giant, strong, glorious bull that dispenses practical wisdom? You know what? Yeah. That is 100% me. I'm glad the deck is recognizing my level of awesomeness."). The King of Pentacles is a master of planning out a clear plan of attack, gathering his resources, and putting that plan successfully into action. There's a strong focus on material resources, and this card encourages diligence, responsibility, and attention to detail—Foggy: "Wait, I got this. First of all, yes, I am all of those things and I'm just saying, I'd could have had more material wealth and better bagels if I hadn’t let Matt talk me out of it. Second: if this were me, yeah. You want my advice? We've got all these resources—SHIELD, creepy rich mob murdery guy that scares the shit out of me, Daredevil, my absolute genius, Karen who is literally a force of nature, and the notebooks. We need to get a plan going so that when the time comes, we can use all of these together and keep things running smoothly. ‘Cause I don't know if you've ever done a group project before, but there is zero chance of everyone linking arms and singing Disney songs if we do this without planning. Except for me, I love Disney, you want me to belt out Be Our Guest? Cause I can. Oh, and to go with your whole rebirth, Judgement thing, call me an optimist, but something tells me all these people, this stuff you’ve gathered? It’s going to work, and that new life you want is yours, as long as we do this right. So let’s get it done. We’ve got this."
now i need to do a daredevil spread
#the red thread#tarot#tarot spread#fanfic tarot#tarot for writers#i had fun putting this together tbh#i've loved using tarot for character development or storylines#randomization + built-in story elements = creative tool to keep in your kit#Foggy was tickled to have a card slot#and I busted up when the King of Pentacles came up#Foggy is here to dispense fatherly wisdom and advice especially about practical and material things#Yes Foggy you are a wonderful glorious golden bull being the ONLY responsible person here#and dispensing fatherly wisdom and advice#to our beloved penguins#Judgement was nice to see since that is LITERALLY her card and why she's called Subject 20#and it was beautiful to see in the Thread slot#If I were *creating* a character with this spread and I got this card#I'd basically yeah go with the connection be it romantic or platonic is what transforms the character#and allows them to be redeemed or reborn#Ciro got a dolphin which makes him happy
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the thing about life was that a flame could be so easily blown out, so people fought like hell to keep it alive. the tip of the candle could easily be cupped for protection, gentle breath given to let the flame flutter back to life. (is that what she did? when she pounded his chest again and again, her magic stronger than any human could be? when she pressed her lips to his and breathed the very essence of life back into his body?) what people often forgot was that you could simply relight the candle.
bernard hadn't thought about darla in years. people on online forums, ones he'll never tell tim how often he visited, spoke of their experiences with metas and myths and anyone in between. he knew what happened to people accosted by magic, knew of chains trapping them with their own terror, their minds turning against themselves as their nightmares came to life.
bernard, on the other hand, could say that he wasn't all that haunted by darla. she'd lifted his car off the ground in a display of power, told bernard she was laura fell now, no matter the fact that she looked and walked and talked like darla aquista, then threatened his life on behalf of her seemingly never-ending obsession with tim motherfucking drake. seemingly, because when bernard had brought up old times they used to spend with darla over lunch, casual as you please, tim had grinned a little before dismissing his fears. darla was training with some sort of enchantress to try and be good, growing more powerful by the day.
bernard wondered, for a moment, if all of his friends could make the earth quake with a press of their fingertips. if all of his friends could bend those figures of myth and meta and magic with only their will. if he'd spent his life in the company of gods in everything but name, right down to the perfect muscles pulling under skin and battle-worn glimmer in eyes too old to be on a faces so young. (bernard wondered, for a moment, if there was any way he could join them. if the madness in darla's eyes as she demanded tim's whereabouts and the screams of terror on his boyfriend's lips as he woke up with a knife in his hand were worth it.)
bernard knew there was nothing he could have done for darla. probably not now but definitely not back then. he had no power over life and death, he couldn't have saved darla from the bullet wound that cost her nearly everything had he even attempted to try. sometimes, darla shifted in his memories, morphed into someone with the same dark hair and same blue eyes, but with broader shoulders and a kinder smile.
there was the fear that one day, something would take tim down, a dark shadow grappling with his boyfriend's shining, golden soul before snuffing it out as surely as a candle. then there was the fear that one day, something would bring tim back, clawed fingers opening his boyfriend's eyes and twisting that golden soul into something dripping and jagged, as poisonously yellow as laura fell.
(bernard learned of what happened to jason todd on accident, a couple years after the cult of dionysus. there were some horrors he could force himself to speak aloud, some fates that he couldn't stomach.)
(if tim was surprised at the way bernard's fingernails dug into his back as he held the vigilante close, at the way bernard took advantage of the inches he'd lost to tim's late growth spurt to curl himself completely into his boyfriend's arms, then tim never showed a whisper of it.)
the quickest way to avoid all of that, bernard thought, was to just make sure tim didn't die in the first place.
"hey," tim said, bringing his hand up to flick bernard on the forehead. "only shit nurses get distracted when they're treating their patient."
"only shit patients have such abysmal bedside manner."
"oooh, abysmal," tim waggled his eyebrows. "that word-of-the-day calendar is really coming in handy, huh?"
bernard sniffed. "i'll have you know that i am a well-read intellectual. fuckin' sherlock at this point."
in the movies, people with wounds like the glaring one on tim's shoulder sagged into the wall, made tearful confessions through a mouth full of blood, shuddered in pain at the slightest touch. tim's fingers hurt where he hit bernard's forehead, he didn't lose his smart mouth for anything, and was tapping his foot in impatience before bernard propped it up on the sofa.
"you're fucking sherlock? that's such a sweet pet name, you should use it more often," tim teased.
"don't get a big head, you're not that good."
bernard opened the first aid kit, unusually large and unusually used. his fingers found the small pipe bottle of water and the gauze. he tore a small piece off before wiping off the rest of the dried blood as gently has he could.
"you know," tim sounded almost contemplative, musing. completely disregarding what should have been a throbbing pain. completely trusting bernard to take care of him. "ra's al ghul called me detective once."
bernard's fingers closed around the saline solution with more ease than what was comfortable, but he had plenty of practice pushing those thoughts aside.
"i have no clue who that is," he said, feeling tim tense only the barest bit when he poured the solution over the wound. it had to have stung something fierce. bernard had seen grown men whimper at the sensation. tim sighed and tipped his head back instead.
"no one important," tim chuckled. "but i do kinda wish damian was here to hear that."
antibiotics next, and if tim felt the urge to shy away from bernard's fingers as he brushed the wound with ointment, bernard couldn't tell; he suppressed it as impressively as always.
"come on, no sibling talk when you're shirtless and i'm on top of you." bernard joked. neither of them mentioned the blood staining tim's undershirt-slash-makeshift-bandage, the dried blood flakes all over tim's lap, the way bernard's thighs were clenching tim to the point of pain.
between one blink and the next, tim was all wrapped up, gauze in place and bandage taped on top. his boyfriend's lovestruck little smile gleamed up at him, one bernard recognized. a pinch of awe and a dash of trust and a sprinkle of comfort. mix them together and bake at 350, bernard thought a bit hysterically, and you get love for a man who's terrified at how fast he can use bandages.
still, tim took precedent. every night bernard spent washing his hands too roughly at the sink was another night his boyfriend was breathing on the bed in the other room. every night bernard opened that unusually large and unusually used first aid kit was another night tim's soul stayed whole and shining and untarnished by whatever creatures took people beyond the veil only to drag them back. every night bernard spend trying to rub the scent of copper and the spill of liquid poppy off his fingers was another night bernard used his bloodstained hands to keep tim's flame alive.
i mayyyyyyyy have gotten a little too excited every time i used the word "boyfriend."
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